Discovering Delight & Dwelling in Our Days
Harvest 2016. A few of my frames from the fields. Every year. My camera slung across my shoulder. Following me to the field. Within arm’s length. Ready to raise and aim and focus. Capturing combine. Seeing the light. Shining wheat. Heartland pictures. And in it all, our lives. Copyright secured by Digiprove © 2016
We started cutting wheat Monday evening. My farmer man cut a sample and I carted it off to the elevator to find out the moisture on it. It came back with flying colors. 11.9% Our friend that works at the elevator said, “Tell him, he’d better get to cutting!” The grain was dry, but…
There was milo to cut. So my farmer man, he cut it. The grain cart and tractor needed a driver. So my son, he drove it. There was a farmer husband and a tractor-cart driving son who were hungry and needed some food. {And some tea.} So Mrs. Farmwife, she took them some. There…
C olored yellow, dry and crisp, O n the stalks, heavy ears wait, R eady to be shucked and shelled, N ose-diving into the header. H arvest colors and A utumn weather, R eaching out, V enturing close to E mbrace us in the cornfield. S imply whispering around us, T he Glory of…
More wheat harvest. It’s such a big part of our lives. It’s harried and hurried in ways. There’s a sense of pressure to harvest the ripe crop before heavy rains or hail decide to show up. It’s beautiful. It’s tiring. It’s heartland of America. It’s blessing. It’s awe-inspiring. Those fields of grain producing from…