There is something about walking through a maze of corn that brings to my mind thoughts of dark, weird stories. Maybe it’s the forest-like feeling I get, even on a splendid summer day (make that end of September, but it still feels like summer...) , even with the happy shouts of children in the background, when I look at the crossing swords of green. A forest is a repository of eternal mysteries.
I haven’t read King’s “Children of the Corn” nor have I seen the movie, although I heard of both. In fact, just before writing this, I read a bit about them in wikipedia. However, the “Village of the Damned” type of story is not the kind that comes to my mind.
You can get in, but what if you’re not allowed to get out?
There is something menacing when you look at the sky from this perspective…
Finally, in the apple orchard…
Crunchy apples…
I wonder what their beauty’s hiding…
Hmmm, Halloween is coming…
