Today, new flowers on the old hay rake, and lots of hay rows on hillsides. It's just that I can't keep myself from being captivated by hay rows. I think photography must be all about what obsesses and fascinates.
The last four days have been filled with hills being mowed, rowed and rolled, making for wonderful designs. And then there's been that good light and the minimal wind that make all the difference to us photographers. Low humidity, too. All happening this week in Kentucky!
|after the mowing, doing the raking into rows|
|popping a 5 by 4 out the back of the round baler|
|What keeps the bales from rolling away??|
Then there is the big field I drive by year after year. I love to watch it change through the seasons.
|two evenings ago, sections of these hillside fields in different hay stages|
|nearby valley view, to the east, on the same evening|
|to the west, this year's view of a garden plot in the hayfield|
I am honored, however, that last year's photo, despite needing to be in a cropped version, will be appearing on the cover of a reprint of Wendell Berry's poems titled Farming: A Hand Book, to be released in mid September! (I borrowed this cover image from Amazon.)
|Counterpoint Press, 2011|