Time was, the crop dusters would fly in to spray the crop in order to defoliate it. Now, most growers just let nature take its course and that was the case here. The cold nights have taken care of the cotton foliage without chemicals being applied, and the cotton is ready for harvest.
Harvest time comes with its own drama. The Autumn along with the cooler temperatures ushers in spectacular cloud formations and they change quickly. These shots were all taken on the same morning within a 15 minute span. Thanks for the look and have a good week. See you next time.
These were planted in late July instead of late June which had been the normal practice here. Other than extending the blooming season, it probably made little difference. There’s no maintenance involved. You plant the seeds and Mother Nature does the rest. These Van Goghs lasted right on into September. A nice lead-in to fall! Thanks for looking and have a good week. See you next time.
Dawn was rubbing against the windshield of my ancient RAV 4 as I negotiated a seldom used, overgrown path next to a corn field. A very angry thunderstorm had slowly snailed across the area overnight dumping biblical amounts of rain. I had stopped just short of an almost washed out causeway over a drainage ditch that had not drained. I decided not to chance it. Getting old slowly robs you of your confidence. I grabbed my cameras and legged it the rest of the way. I was sure that just around the corner of the treeline on the left was the goose that laid the golden egg, or, in this case, a golden sunrise amidst a cloudy sky over a large tobacco field. I was not disappointed.
I’ve always dreamed about living within driving distance of Yellowstone or the Grand Tetons, but one plays the cards they are dealt. My hand, such as it is, “ain’t” too bad. The picturesque North Carolina Coast is nearby, but on this particular day, tobacco fields were on the to-do list. I’ve had good luck licensing shots to various tobacco foundations and branding firms over the years, the great majority of which are overseas. Smoking, I suppose, is still very much in vogue there. Mind you, I’m no great fan of tobacco. One of the hardest things I ever did was kick the smoking addiction. My wife grew up on a small tobacco farm and says you would be hard pressed to find a more miserable way to earn a living. Having said that, I submit that tobacco has a certain artistic quality to it. The huge green leaves which slowly morph to a golden brown as the plant ripens along with the pink flowers make for a very pleasing scene.
I donned a long sleeved shirt before venturing down the row. Skin coming in contact with tobacco, particularly when it is wet after rain, is a must to avoid. My wife has many stories about nicotine poisoning when she was a young girl. Those memories led us to get out of the tobacco growing business more than a decade ago when I retired from broadcast news. Our crop this year will be cotton; to my mind, one of the more picturesque of farm crops. There is just something about a field covered in white at sunrise. Stay tuned.
I apologize for being AWOL last week. I suffer from Pudendal Neuralgia. I’ll spare you the details. Suffice to say, there are good days and bad days. Last weekend was not good. As I’ve learned in my old age, learn to enjoy your struggles. As always, thanks for the look and have a good week ahead. See you next time.
Sour Grass as it is more widely known, is actually Wild Sorrel; a short lived perennial that dots fields and open spaces every Spring along the Eastern United States. Distinguished by its reddish pink color, it is edible to a point point with an acidic, sour taste. It offers a marvelous foreground enhancement when photographing otherwise barren fields prior to Spring planting.
Shot with a Nikon D800E Camera using an 18mm Nikkor Lens, I used my usual set up for sunrise photography: Manual program, Spot metering, taking my exposure reading away from the Sun in the blue sky, f/22 for 1/320th of a second, Auto White Balance, ISO 400. No Filters. I shoot everything in Nikon’s RAW Format (NEF) and I use Photoshop Elements to convert the image to jpeg. Ah yes, I also use a tripod for all landscape shots: A SLIK Pro 5000X. Thank you for the look-in and have a great week.
Harvesting soybeans in late January or early February is not uncommon in Eastern North Carolina, particularly when it has been such a wet growing season. Planted in the late Spring and early Summer, the beans usually ripen by December but the relentless rain soaked the soil so thoroughly, it could not support the big harvesting machines. The area finally got a week with no rain which flashed the green light for the long delayed harvest.
Being based in Eastern North Carolina, I freelance a lot of rural and farm shots to argicultural concerns, Getty Images and the like. As the old timers say, you dance with what brung ya, even if it’s a couple of months late.
Nikon D750, 24-120mm f/4 lens.
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For several years running, the Christmas day sunrise has been nothing short of spectacular here, to the point of becoming an almost spiritual thing. Not This year. We were greeted this morning with an overcast sky and patches of misty rain, the result of a warm front that marched through late yesterday and overnight. But the Christmas weekend was not a total washout.. Christmas Eve morning was a keeper. With the colder air, the scene could be from October. There were just enough clouds to reflect the warm morning light. I had seen the clouds moving in over the tall lob lolly pines from my kitchen window and grabbed my camera. No filters. Nikon D750 fitted with a 24-120mm f/4 lens. Iso 400, custom white balance, though Automatic on the 750 is quite good. Manual exposure. Spot metering. 1/125th of a second at f/22 which explains the slight flare to the sun. Best wishes to all for a great holiday and a safe and prosperous 2017.
One of the oldest of Photography “Rules” is in play here. I say “Rules” because, of course, there are no rules ,and those that have been passed down come with the caveat, “made to be broken.” Over the years though, I’ve found this one is worth remembering: when all else fails, get low! As it was, this was no shot at all when I first saw it. The distant dark tree line swallowed the scene. But by getting low, the high grass stalks met that incredible orange of the dawn sky and bingo, a scene worth capturing. I thought it was a rather pleasing shot. So did my followers on flickr. It got a lot of hits and faves and so forth. I decided to put it on my web site and sold a small print the first day. So, a worthwhile photography that all came about because I “went low.” Mind you, “getting low” is not something I do much of these days. At my age, getting low is one thing, getting back vertical is quite another, but this shot made even the complaining knees worth it. Nikon D800E. 18-35mm lens. Thanks for the look and have a great week.