Wednesday, 13 October 2010

Furrows





The dog-of-small-brain and I regularly walk around this field. It has been ploughed in the last few days. Its year has gone nearly full-circle, from cast-iron soil frozen through the winter, to green stems springing up, from the wafting gold I photographed at midsummer, to the giant bales which so terrified the dog. And now back to this. Chocolate fudge furrows, the air filled with the primal, spicy-sweet scent of warm, damp earth.

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