a photographic ode to the grain elevator

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I have written in the past about silos and grain elevators and the attraction of the their stark, pure forms dominating the midwest landscape.  A couple of hundred years ago, English gentlemen would race their horses to the next church steeple poking its head above the lanscape, the steeplechase race.  Driving across the flat midwest, you can almost always see another grain elevator in the distance, like so many grand mileposts or sentinels guiding your way across the landscape.