Something Beautiful is a self-imposed initiative to find a visual feast for every day of the year.
Though it’s been a long time since I lived on a farm, all my formative years were spent there. I suspect they will find a DNA link to the land somewhere down the road. No matter how far away, I long for the wide vista of fields and the seasonal churn that brings fields of gold.
The harvest is over for another year. The fields are mostly bare, but the solitary field can still be found with it’s cover of wheat, corn, soybeans—barley. The glow of the fading harvest golds and Sting sit with me on this late autumn morning.