Thursday, April 10, 2014

A Field of Yellow

Yellow en masse has never been a favourite colour for me, but watching the development of this enormous field of rape has made me smile each time I've passed by. Maybe it is the the sharp contrast of the black windmill. The rape grows beside a narrow but very busy road with solid white lines either side. Each time we passed we looked for a place suitable to stop to take some shots before the rape was harvested. Swinging into the field keeping to the tractor wheel ruts we were able to take a few pictures.

In the centre of the field on the opposite side of the road, a copse stands in a recently ploughed field.
A scene which is just as magical - full of expectation.

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