Familiar Field, Fresh Light

For 17 years I have looked down the street to the farm field. When the farm dumps mountains of manure on the field I don't have to even look to know it is there. At times the light is right and the field is full of color and shadows. When that happens, I grab my camera and run down to try to capture it. Having photographed it, it is no longer the same old field at the end of the road. It is a lovely model waiting to become art.

Although, not exactly art, here are some attempts to photograph the model in her late afternoon glory.