Is it an obsession when it ceases to hold interest and you still do it?

If one needed more proof that the grass seed industry is in a slump, the freshly burned fields that are even more freshly plowed would be a good indicator. Bits of ash stayed atop the red soil; not quite Georgia-red, but the iron is readily apparent. I’m guessing winter wheat will take its place next.

Although I knew there were a fair number of torched fields in that area northwest of town. I missed the one road that would have led me to several, including the plowed field. I went out today with that road in mind, for I remembered that I had managed to get a few good shots there last year.

Those same fields were hayed or had been plowed and left fallow (which means weeds) this year. The road, however, was just a washboarded. (I should really wash my truck some time.)

So, maybe the burning restrictions have made an impact, and reduced my photo ops as well. If so, I am not prepared to give up quite yet.

Yesterday I awoke to a lot of interesting clouds interspersed in the blue. I should have taken advantage of them right then and there, jumped in the truck and hit the fields, adding the clouds into some of my shots, but I had another plan. I wanted to wait until the sun had abut another hour and a half in the sky, a time of day I had neglected in last year’s shots. By the time six o’clock came rolling along, the sky overhead was nothing but clouds all bunched up in a most undistinguishing way. The colors were flat.

Today, or rather this morning again, beautiful puffy clouds; and by six o’clock, all but gone. There were some shadows though, and when I finally found a field to photograph, I included them in a shot or two.