Soon, the field will be defoliated which will also eradicate most of the weeds, but I figured they deserved their 15 minutes of fame. Thanks for looking and have a great week ahead.
Nikon D750 camera w/ 24-120 f/4 lens.
We wound up on the left side of Hurricane Florence as it moved into Eastern North Carolina. Better than a direct hit which was in the cards for a while, but not a good place to be in a Hurricane. Still, we were blessed. Had the storm made landfall at 140 miles an hour, I can’t imagine the damage it would have done to the farm. As it was, we were blessed. Winds never topped 60 miles an hour. The rain though was biblical. We figure over the course of the storm, we got upwards of 25 inches of it. At the height of the storm, it was coming down at the rate of 2 inches an hour. The ditches and canals did what they’re supposed to do and there was no flooding of houses here on the farm compound, but the cotton crop took a big hit. Yield will be way down.
These shots were taken the day before Florence came ashore. If a photograph can predict what’s coming, perhaps these did.
If the string of sunny days since Florence holds, I’ll finish clearing up all the debris from the storm this coming week. I have no idea when I might be able to get down to the beaches though. The major rivers in Eastern North Carolina; the Cape Fear, Neuse, Trent, and Lumber, are all out of their banks now and any roads and highways that weren’t washed out are cut by floodwater. Only property owners are being allowed on the Bogue Banks which took a major hit from Florence. I have a lot of friends down there and I feel for their loss. Thanks for the visit. See you next time.
I think it was Bob Dylan who said “If I had known how long I was going to be around, I’d have taken better care of myself.” Amen to that! If you’re going to roam around with cameras and camera bags around your neck, it sorta helps if you are in shape. And at 73, I’m quickly finding out I am not. Arthritis is loudly proclaiming itself to be in control to the point of preventing me from straightening my right leg. I’d been hobbling around popping ibuprofen tablets for a month or so when I finally decided it would be a good idea to finally find out if something was structurally wrong or if it was just arthritis. A raft of X-rays confirmed arthritis to be in control of my knee joint. A shot of cortisone got me back in the game. “Might fix it or it might not,” my doctor said, “But for now, you’re good to go.” I’ll take what I can get.
I’d been wanting to get out into the field to grab a few shots of the sunrise now that the annual invasion of wild, reddish sour grass has taken over the fields. It provides a smidgen of foreground interest in what would otherwise be a pretty empty scene.
Nikon D750 Camera. Nikkor 24-120mm lens set at 24mm.
Somebody told me that the red grass is a variety of Bermuda Sorrel which supposedly is edible. An acid provides the sour taste. Perhaps that’s why goats like to graze on it which tagged the grass with the name, “Goat’s Foot.” Not too appetizing, huh. But given my state of mobility, I wondered if old goats develop arthritic knees. And if not, does grazing on sour grass have something to do with it? I’ll take my chances with the cortisone. Thanks for the look and have a good week ahead. See you next time.
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.