I hate cameras. They are so much more sure than I am about everything.
- John Steinbeck
I know little to nothing about silos, or for that matter, any farm machinery or furnishing. And yet, I love photographing silos, old tractors, winding fields of grain or grape and of course the ever present and most beautiful of all, the fence line.
There's an age old aphorism that you should write what you know; the photographic corollary would be, I suppose: Photograph what you Love. But, here I am writing about photographing subjects I have little interest in or love for, other than, I like to see them in a photograph. They photograph beautifully.
I've been close to a silo only once. Close enough in fact to look in from the attached barn after having been warned that the dust from the grains can kill you if you get trapped inside. Warning enough for me to back away an additional step from that portal of certain death.
To me, there's a curious desire in many of us to photograph the new and different, even the unknown. I am not some bold adventurer, I mean this isn't Everest or the deepest reaches of the Amazon. They're just a bunch of silos I can see from the safety of a major interstate. But for a kid from the suburbs who doesn't know the inner workings of an American farm, they are the unknown.
And, they photograph beautifully.
Northeast New Mexico
Windmill and Silo
Paso Robles, California