The Tour

I made this picture somewhere in Nebraska. When my father was alive he took my sisters and I on a Nebraska tour.  My mother and father where born and raised in Lincoln until my father was recruited into the Army Air Corp.  Much later in his life he cared for his mother in the same house he was raised in.  He commuted from New York to Lincoln often caring for her.  Dad with my mother eventually would spend every summer there.  Dad was an avid golfer who played ever golf course within a 50 mile radius of Lincoln. When my sisters and I visited he proclaimed to give us a tour of Eastern Nebraska.  Secretly and unbeknownst to us it was a tour of every Eastern Nebraska golf course he played. I made this picture at a gas station while my father was filling up the van with gas.  I jumped out and was enamored by the setting sun and the openness of the landscape.  I began to wandering around the station with my camera when I saw this stand alone mailbox. Illuminated by the warm setting Sun I was sucked in.