My last couple of postings were monochrome so I thought I needed some colour to brighten things up. The advantage of living on the side of the valley is that you get to see the weather coming in and gorgeous sunsets. My view is predominantly a patchwork of fields, hedges and copses, and is a combination of dairy and arable farming. As the seasons change so do the fields. Currently many are golden.
Now I am in a bit of dilemma with shots, as I have two shots that I can’t make my mind up about. So to avoid regret about which one to post and which one to leave out, I have posted the other on @theboxmanreturns. The one here is the result of haymaking with large bales of hays randomly scattered across the field across some leading lines of course. The other posting is a more traditional approach to farming. If you have time please visit the other site and maybe express a preference.
For those who linger here it’s time for one of Shady’s rambles. The shot reminds me that my much younger self use to help out local farmers at haymaking time. The reward was a jug of cider and plate of bread and cheese. I think was before butter was invented. Oh and a trip back home. But in them olden days the bales were much smaller, bound by twine and a one man lift. I shudder to think how heavy these are, but at least they don’t have their plastic overcoats on.
Wonderful shot. Talking of plastic overcoats have you seen any of them wearing pink? They have some in the South West and apparently they're something to do with breast cancer awareness xx
Marvelous curve and flow to this. I too remember haying time with my Grandfather, and yes it was bales then. This rolls are nice but need heavy equipment to move and store.
Simply breathtakingly wonderful -- the deep gold , the dark green and then the somewhat threatening clouds -- I simply love the whole composition ,and a certain FAV
Love the evening shadows at the end of a hard days work for the farmer and this is a super harvest scene.
As kids we helped bringing the bales in for my grandparents. Dad was disgusted one year when he had more adult help, that my grandmother brought out orange squash for everyone. So he cracked open the beers. My brother and sister drank all the squash and went home drunk - it had quite a bit of vodka in it! Happy days.
Great country scene.
As kids we helped bringing the bales in for my grandparents. Dad was disgusted one year when he had more adult help, that my grandmother brought out orange squash for everyone. So he cracked open the beers. My brother and sister drank all the squash and went home drunk - it had quite a bit of vodka in it! Happy days.