Many pic`s on 365 of big cities, great buildings and constructions man made. But it all start here. By hard work on the fields . This pic was taken yesterday when I get home .I ask the farmer why he was late ploughing the field. He agree with it and told me the weather conditions didn`t allow him to do it earlier in autumn or winter. . And so he said , that`s an act of God and he have to deal with it. You can`t force nature. You can see the lost of last year on you left hand side.
Bravely he`ll try this year to seed the fields with wheat again . For me he`s a silent unknown hero.
A wonderful photo and commentary. I love the trees in the background. Farmers do such hard work and never know what the outcome will be. I'm glad you talked to him.
Wonderful shot and a great story you posted, Pyrrhula. In my small garden I sometimes try to raise a few (very few) veggies and I can understand how difficult to succeed.
Such a lot to observe in this photo: ploughed furrows, the little red tractor as if sailing on a sea, sentinel trees on the horizon (as they seem to be so so often in Holland), big wide-open sky and clouds. Like your composition, too. And - c'est la vie.
Your narrative says it all, Pyrrhula. hard work...some of the kids nowadays think bread "grows" in stores. your picture of the wwide open field with the treeline in the back is again fantastic.
fight against big troubles, and they do it alone.