My family had a camp in a rural area with many farms.  Growing up we spent most of the summers and many weekends at the camp working on various projects.  I remember being fascinated by the large fields of corn and soybeans planted in perfectly straight rows that flashed like cards in a deck as we drove past them, and the brightly colored farm equipment, each machine with a specific function.  In the summer, we helped a neighboring farmer make hay: hot, hard and itchy work.  I thought how special this experience was, something my friends in the city knew nothing about.  Now, more than 50 years later, I’m using photography to bring farm work within the public’s eye.