The fields of Soybean

 Being a biochemist of no specialization (yet), I see myself as more of a lab rat. I didn't think of it much until a friend of mine asked whether I wanted to come with him to gather DNAs and seeds from his soybean plants. The soybean research farm is owned by Ohio State University, acres and acres of it. Most of the fields are planted with either soybean or corn; and it was in all true meaning of the word, awesome. Living in Columbus for 4.5 years now, I don't see much of the countryside, even less the greeneries that comes with it. We drove to New Vienna, Ohio, across the small town, seeing banners of corn festivals along the way; it was exciting, despite the silence that came with the village. The lands were covered with tonnes and tonnes of soybeans and corns, each with different varieties from different companies. It's hard not to imagine sleeping on top of a bed of greeneries seeing all those produce.

When we arrived at the designated plot where my friend's soybeans were planted, I took a picture of the field. No, actually I took a bunch of photos, and all came out looking wonderful just due to the view itself. Blue skies, white clouds ,and green across the lands; it made me hungry for healthy food, unlike those that I've been eating all these times. As my friend rustled through and into the soybean plants, plunging deep into the greens, I stood up, right smack in the middle of the soybean forest, feel the breeze, the sounds of crickets, and the rustling of the leaves, and I began to understand a little bit why some adores the farmlands so much. As exciting as they are, the labs I worked in felt cramped and one colored compared to the fields. I might not switch to plant pathology, but I sure can enjoy spending my time with one in his open air lab.

My friend, As seen through the bushes of Soybean