Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Four Days In Dixie

When night had fallen I cautiously left my place of concealment, dodged across the road into the woods and made for the river through the mile of corn. Such corn! It towered above me like a forest, shutting out all the starlight except what came from directly overhead. Many of the ears were a yard out of reach. One who has never seen an Alabama river-bottom cornfield has not exhausted nature’s surprises; nor will he know what solitude is until he explores one in a moonless night.

Ambrose Bierce

Image by Bill.


Scurrilous! said...

I used to work in a massive 20 acre corn maze haunt in Alabama. I can tell you that in a space like that, the actors and props are not needed.