All we have in this area, aside from some yards down in town and the park, are Stubblefields and wind turbines.
But we knew what it looked like when we came here.
Perhaps I am odd, but I find a certain bleak and blasted beauty in stubblefields, James. They are boneyards of produce, of once-pulsing life. My eye is drawn to them.
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Yve
Beautiful.
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Very kind of you, Yve. Thank you for stopping by and reading…
Francis Berger
Beautiful! You have a good eye for composition. Every photo is like a painting.
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Thank you, Francis, that’s high praise indeed.
Good to hear from you, my friend.
James
All we have in this area, aside from some yards down in town and the park, are Stubblefields and wind turbines.
But we knew what it looked like when we came here.
admin
Perhaps I am odd, but I find a certain bleak and blasted beauty in stubblefields, James. They are boneyards of produce, of once-pulsing life. My eye is drawn to them.
Wind turbines, no.
James
I agree for the most part, but I much prefer sagebrush and juniper trees.
Ken Curtis and tumbling tumbleweeds comes to mind.