One of the things I miss about home, now that I live in California, are the summer mornings after the hay has been baled and the way the light from the sunrise hits them. Every year the local Mennonites use our fields to make hay. One morning I decided to get up early to photograph and I'm glad I did for later that day the Mennonites collected the bales.
I can almost smell the fresh cut hay. Keep up the good work.
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