The two weeks of August and the first two of September are one of my favourite times of year. Each year I eagerly await harvest time, I think perhaps I have romantic notions of harvests of long ago with shocks, sheaves and hand cutting.
The first six images show a field that I watch grow from spring to summer and lie in wait during winter. I can’t put into words how much simple satisfaction I get from this.
It always surprises me how much the average person doesn’t know about plants, crops, trees so when I finally confirmed which crop was which, I drew myself little sketches of the ears. I’m unlikely to ever forget. I think I’ll survive perfectly fine in the wilds.
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