Sour Grass

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.

Sunrise at the Grassy Knoll

Sunrise on the 14th of August in the high field here on the farm.  All of the rain we’ve had this summer coupled with the heat has  resulted in phenomenal grass growth here.  Almost overnight the field grass will cover your ankles and within a week be halfway up your calf.  Ditto for the weeds.  Lately to control it in the field, we’ve simple been plowing it under.  Have a Great Evening and Thanks for the look.

Shot with a Nikon D700 at 18mm with a grad neutral density filter to stop down the sky.

 

 

Green Green Green

This shot of the high field yesterday morning may give you some inkling of the abundance of rain we have had here so far this rummer.  Normally the grass is nowhere near this green. Nor are the soybeans.  We had another inch an a half yesterday afternoon and this morning another half inch.   Last summer, we couldn’t buy a drop.  Thanks for the look and have a great week.

Nikon D700. 18mm

 

The 2012 Weed Patrol.

No one here looks forward to weed patrol.  It’s always a daunting mission and this year would prove to be no different.  But it is different in a way.  We have concluded that the weeds here are cheating.  They’re on steroids.  Chomping on growth hormones. Pumping iron in the off season,  turning themselves into super weeds.  How else could they just push right through landscape fabric or crawl right up the side of a 10 inch high raised bed?  I had the distinct impression they were trash talking and taunting us this morning as the farm weed patrol hit the turf.   Armed with hoes, shovels and other implements,  we mounted our first offensive of the 2012 campaign.  But, no sooner had we eradicated the marauders from one end of a bed, that there on the other end were reinforcements. Weed Shock Troops  steeling themselves for another suicide attack.

Sentenced to be covered with lime, three loads of weeds were sent to be cooked in the compost pile.  But before the high fives began to celebrate our hard fought victory,  the beady eyed Weed Inspectors had to move in to search for those sneaky little weed sleeper cells.  The fifth column of the weed world, they  always seem to ruin the show after the zinnias, daisies, cosmos and sunflowers have taken to the stage.  I must say today’s offensive served to boost the morale of the weed patrol.  We were all quite down when we first approached the raised beds which were firmly held by the super weeds.  . But now, we have the momentum.   Our commander is vowing no mercy this year, not even for the morning glories who always seem to play us for suckers with their good looks.  Round one to the good guys.  Stay tuned.  See you next time on most of this same blog.