The Stubble Fields

I often experience a, perhaps, irrational feeling of sadness when I encounter a stubble field.  The stubble field is a memorial to those once proud golden crops that have been scythed down in their prime by huge mechanical bullies called combine harvesters.  When the carnage has been completed only the defiant stalks remain, together with any rejected, waste straw.

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Filed under Abstract photos, Colour, grasses, Minimalist, Nature, Pattern, photography, Texture, Uncategorized

2 responses to “The Stubble Fields

  1. I agree. It was the texture that attracted me.

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