We got lost in the corn this past Sunday. Again. For about an hour… it’s all good.
Every year for the past few we’ve tried to find ourselves wandering aimlessly through at least one corn maze in the late summer or fall.
I’ll won’t claim it was my idea: one of the ladies I was running with on Sunday morning mentioned that she was thinking about taking her own family.
Ding. Great idea.
I had my coffee with the gang, went home, showered, gathered up all my camera equipment, and we set off to the little farm just west of the City where they annually turn their corn field into a carefully plotted labyrinth of maize.
It was even pet-friendly this year, meaning Sparkle got to bundle up and navigate the corn with her owners in tow. If dog’s could talk… let me tell you.
But it was pretty late in the season, even for a corn maze. The crop had ripened and most everything was a lot more brown that I’ve seen in previous years.
The maze was also getting to the end of its short life: lots of “cheats” trampled through the walls, so you’d see off in the distance where you were supposed to go — across a span of obviously-stomped corn where you were not supposed to go. We did the whole thing sans cheating. I mean, what’s the point, right?
In the end: 55 minutes and lots of fun with Claire and the dog doing most of the hard path-finding work. I just leaned back and took lots of photos.
You can check out the 59 newly uploaded photos in my Epic Photo Gallery in the album Corn Maize 2013 for even more lost-in-the-corny shots.