Today I drove the width of Indiana, Illinois and lowa. Yes, there’s corn. But there’s more too. There’s art. All around me was art. Stark white barns glowing against lush green cornfields. Flatbed trucks pass with massive farm equipment in bright red, or blue or John Deere green, equipment so large and elaborate that it seemed designed by Dr. Seuss. And mile upon mile of 90 foot high wind turbines stretching to the horizon, lining the hills like giant pinwheels slowly turning in the prairie breeze. But it’s not just art in the imagination of this weary traveler. There’s some of the more traditional (and less interpretive) stuff too. At rest stop just over the Iowa border, giant sculptures of corn, hogs bass, and other representations of Iowa’s gifts greeted me, clustered in front of a visitor center rest stop as a treat for those who choose to pull off at that moment and peruse the row of vending machines. And as I pulled off the highway in Council Bluffs for the night, Albert Paley’s sculptures on the 24th Street bridge welcomed me, standing 100 feet above the roadway below. A very fitting end to my 543 mile drive through the gallery of the heartland.