If you grew up in the rural southeastern United States, you might remember putting a sprig of this in your mouth and puckering up. The official name of this wild grass is Red Sorrels but it’s more popular name is Sour Grass or Dog Grass. Old timers say its acid taste was used to quench thirst when working in the fields. I look forward to seeing it every spring for the red color it paints the farm landscape.
Don’t get too carried away with the acid taste of Sour Grass, though. To much of it can make you quite sick. My advice, just take a shot of it. No filters on these shots which were taken with a Nikon D750 camera and a Nikon 16-35mm f/4 lens, which in my opinion rivals Nikon’s f2.8/ 24-70mm in sharpness and is light years cheaper. Thanks for looking and have a good week ahead. See you next time.
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.