(1 in a multiple picture album) I stopped on the narrow shoulder of a country blacktop to admire the bean fields as I roamed around my childhood stomping grounds. As I was taking pictures I noted the reflection in the car mirror. It seemed to give a great portrait of the farm land and the empty roads in that part of the country. When I was a boy all of these roads were gravel. Some of the major ones were then graded and covered in asphalt. We called them blacktop roads. By the time I came back in 2005 almost all the roads were blacktops and even had street names.