The sun juuuuust peeks over the horizon on a warm late summer morning.
A laneway fades into the mist, as do the past and the future.
Wagon loads of wheat straw await transport to the barn.
I was born and bred a city boy. Living in a small town in a large farming district has opened my eyes and sensitivities to the turn of the seasons, and to where my food comes from.
As does this road end, so do all roads end.
It’s good to appreciate the journey, and the world you travel through.
This sunrise adds a not entirely welcome element of warmth to the day. I accept it instead of fighting or resenting it.
I crouched low to get this insects’ eye view of a soybean field.