Walk out our door and in three out of four directions you’ll find a field of corn stubble before you find a road. Take the fourth and you’ll need to walk down the driveway and cross the road before you hit the stubble.
This is a good thing, for I am a field watcher.
This isn’t my favorite time of year to watch the fields. It’s not like spring when you can watch to see the mist of green appear when the seedlings first come up. Nor is it like early summer when it feels like you can see the plants grow right before your eyes. The remains of the stalks have none of the sea rippling beauty of the tall plants in a late summer wind. Even late fall when a strong wind can send a twisting flurry of corn leaves through the air is more exciting than the fields at rest for winter.
But I still watch them.
The turkeys have flocked up for the winter. A group of twenty or more is hard to miss in a field of stubble, if you are looking. The deer stand out in silhouette on the field edges. And I am always looking, hoping to see them before they bound into the road.
Some afternoons (crazy, warm, rainy, December afternoons) when a little sun peeks through the dark, grey and blue storm clouds and sets the stalks to glowing, I watch them just because they are beautiful.
A field of corn stubble may be my most mundane-ish thing so far. Head over to PhoTrablogger and see who else is finding beauty in the mundane this week!
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Nothing mundane about that picture, Jessie.
Lovely post.
Thanks, glad you think so. I bribed Jane with cookies to keep her happy in the car while we went home, got the camera and drove a mile back to the spot! 🙂
Beautiful photo Jessie and lovely post 🙂
Thank you Georgia!
Good essay. I’m more of a “woods watcher” myself, but I relate to the spirit of this pastime. Or maybe it’s an obsession 🙂 Anyway – keep watching: it’s good for the soul.
I’d be a woods watcher if we had more. But fields is what we’ve got, and like you said, field or wood, it’s good for the soul!
I like the way these lines leads all the way till the trees. Mundane and beautiful.
Sort of begs you to take a walk down the field doesn’t it?
Yes, also to check out the entire frame from one end to the other.
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Beautiful…here in the south of France we have sunflower fields and this time of the year and only black headless stalks are left.
I bet those fields are gorgeous other times of the year though!