When I went driving this morning in search of something to photograph, I figured that the perfect wheat field would likely draw me like a magnet. I am fascinated by bare, black fields that turn to green and then to beautiful yellow-gold. And we can’t help but notice the harvest of wheat because the huge red or green machines that work the fields contrast so distinctly with the mature crop.
But who has the time or interest to park and take a closer look at the grain? I would guess the farmer would. And so does the photographer, who, as I’ve said so many times in this blog, has the power to get you, the viewer, to take a closer look. And it is worth the time. . .