Grain elevators, abundant where we live in East Williamson County, Texas, have a way of absorbing nature’s rays of light. Occasionally, when I’m simply in a rambling mood, with nothing special in mind, I enjoy watching them as the sun shines on their metallic surfaces. At this time of the year, you must know that keeping fields of corn out of my rural images is a task. It goes literally for miles in every direction. That opening photo shows some elevators of farmers I know. A few years ago, one of them waxed poetic about the land’s view from their tops. “You’re welcome to climb up the steps and take a look,” one of them offered. I’m still thinking about that. High places make me queasy, but it’s a tempting offer. We’ll see.