This is a partial quote from a poem that I loved in the 60's. Do you know the author? Could find the poet but not the poem on the internet. But it rain through my head visiting Vermont this weekend.
You've gone to town on the processing with this one Joan and... it works! What lifts this from a technical exercise to a piece of art is the red tractor - just perfect, as was your decision to crop tightly... Fav.
@vignouse Didn't crop much just a tad for the overlapping of pictures I didn't like or is crop in this since talking about what I did with lens. Used my long lens most of the time on this trip and filled the portrait length with silo. Knew it would be a good subject for HDR if I got three good shots. I was afraid I went too far. So glad he parked the tractor there.
This reminds me a great deal of the Scribner's farm that was on Rt. 100 across from my Dad's store in Middlesex VT. just outside Montpelier. I don't know if you passed by that one but it's sure a lot like it! fav
Hi Joan. Wonderful photo - such grand scale. See some lins below I also found this extract from from Rod McKuen's poerty book "And to Each Season" 1972:
...Above Iowa and looking down
the patchwork quilt of farms
unfolding through the oval window.
Now short green squares,
now broad triangles
and oblong stretches
of fresh-turned chocolate earth
that surveyors would find hard
to pace off.
Plots and pleats of land
orphaned from a quilting bee.
Though mid April grapples
with the middle earth
bare trees still stand bare.
Airports are the only eyesore
as silos dot and red barns dash
the land,
and God plays bridge
with unseen friends
and shows the world his hand.
Tractors track the squares
and fences follow
every crooked line
they helped create,
though even fences
make no boundary lines
and Iowa in the eye seems full enough
to spill across the continent
if not across the world.
@bookthiefsfriend I've missed you but if anyone could find the poem it is you. Copying this into my computer. I had that book at one time. THANKS Leave it to me to get it backwards.
...Above Iowa and looking down
the patchwork quilt of farms
unfolding through the oval window.
Now short green squares,
now broad triangles
and oblong stretches
of fresh-turned chocolate earth
that surveyors would find hard
to pace off.
Plots and pleats of land
orphaned from a quilting bee.
Though mid April grapples
with the middle earth
bare trees still stand bare.
Airports are the only eyesore
as silos dot and red barns dash
the land,
and God plays bridge
with unseen friends
and shows the world his hand.
Tractors track the squares
and fences follow
every crooked line
they helped create,
though even fences
make no boundary lines
and Iowa in the eye seems full enough
to spill across the continent
if not across the world.
-from: "And To Each Season", 1972
Poet : Rod McKuen https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rod_McKuen http://www.rodmckuen.org/flights/110400.htm
Enjoy!