I turned down a dead end road to photograph the above corn crib. I am photographing them to preserve a bit of Illinois history. Almost no one stores and dries their corn in a crib anymore. Most of them like this one are in some state of disrepair.
Not knowing the road was a dead end, I drove almost a mile before I found out. When I turned around, I was face to face with an old farmer coming home for lunch. He rolled down his window and we chatted a bit. He told me he farms with is son and grandson. He also has a great grandson who is a baby. He said he hopes he lives long enough to have his great grandson give him a ride in the combine.