I love the patterns in the field.
Campgrounds have grain silos on the horizon.
My dad grew up in the Midwest, in Illinois. He always said the corn needed to be knee high by the 4th of July. It isn't even July and this corn is at least waist high. In the second photo that field is only about knee high.
A farm house and barn surrounded by many acres of field.
The country has been farmed for a couple of centuries. We often see broken down, abandoned buildings.
Wide open spaces are everywhere. And straight, straight roads, sometimes with a few hills along the way.