Driving cross country in southern Lower Saxony one can't help but notice them: gigantic plastic tarps covering asparagus and strawberry fields,
mountains of sugar beet and stacks of hay bales. They appear as silvery fleece, flapping in the breeze, and as gigantic monsters from Middle Earth, lurking behind bends in the road and staring at
the passer-by with monstrous rubber tire eyes. And they fascinate the photographer with their lines and textures and the vivid associations they evoke.