Corn Canyon

I love driving down narrow country roads at night, in the summer, when there is corn growing on both sides. With my brights on. The corn looks taller, more uniform, and closer to the road than in the day. It's like being in a corn canyon. Or crossing the parted Red Sea.
A simple pleasure to the old farmer.

And the children of Israel went into the midst of the sea upon the dry ground: and the waters were a wall unto them on their right hand, and on their left.
Exodus 14:22