I began this project at the end, harvest, the moment where all the decisions of the season come to their conclusion, but for me it was truly a beginning. I have raced after the harvester and full to the brim trucks and traced their marks on the fields. I have stood on the checks as the slapping of thousands of birds filled the air with their noise and covered the water with feathers. I braved the mosquitoes and watched the airplanes seeding the fields as hundreds of swallows flew toward me. I have lain on the ground and flown in the air, ridden on farm equipment and stood in mud. This great opportunity has afforded me the study of a specific place over time, the opportunity to track changes, process and begin to appreciate the complexities and subtleties of a place that is typically unnoticed and yet a site of extraordinary history and ecology.

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