Back in college, my buddy said in early summer you can hear the corn grow. It shoots up so fast it squeaks. I said BS. So one night we thrashed our way into a big fleld, far from the road where it was quiet, and knelt down to listen. And he was right! But we failed to note how we got there. Wandered through that maze of maize in the dark for hours before stumbling out a half mile down the road, – scared, sweaty, dirty, and tired. That was a good night. #photography #RuralSouth #memory