Thoughts about corn
Recently we got fresh corn into the commissary. I know this is kind of an odd thing to write about but… I stood there looking at the corn and feeling kind of emotional. I’ve had a lot of therapy, so I practiced what I had worked on. I acknowledged my feelings and took a minute to just sit with them. So there I was emotional in the produce section. I thought about why I might be feeling that way and realized it reminded me of home and growing up. Where I grew up there were corn fields everywhere. I took these photos on my trip home. I remember “putting up’ freezer corn every year out of our fields. I remember stealing corn. It was something most people did. Stopping on the side of the road and grab a couple ears for dinner. Its kind of a funny thing how many emotions can be attached to an object or a food. I grabbed some corn that d...