I’m feeling nostalgic today.

Six years ago I ran in a relay from San Francisco to Boston to raise money for several children’s charities. I’ve posted images from the trip and written a bit about it before. But in a nutshell, I was one of 10 runners who ran 15-20 miles per day for 25 consecutive days to cover the distance. We raised over $300,000 for 5 different charities and got a lot of blisters.

As an avid distance runner it was the trip of a lifetime — A great experience, for a much greater cause.

It also made me go out and buy my first DSLR (Nikon D70). My only regrets … I wish I learned how to use it, I wish I knew about RAW, and I wish there was HDR. Oh … and I wish I actually concentrated on composition. When I look back through the images I find painfully few that are of little but nostalgic value.

But this is an exception. I distinctly remember looking out the window of the RV as it was rumbling to a stop just over the Illinois border. We were stopping at the exchange point. One runner would hop in another in the rotation would get out and start running. Might have been my turn. I don’t recall.

Anyway, as I looked out the window, I spotted the farm. The newly planted rows of corn (I think) formed something of a moray pattern. When we finally stopped, I grabbed my camera and jogged back about 200 yards back to the farm. I took an initial shot and noticed that the hazy sky started brightening. I waited hoping for the sun to break through.

It did.