Maybe it’s just me, but I was struck by how cool these giant hay bales looked scattered throughout this field.
So, after several days of admiring them everytime I drove past on my way to town, today I finally pulled over –
– braved the chigger filled weeds by the side of the road,
and snapped a few pictures. Sometimes it’s just simple things like this that make me happy – and that’s okay!
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Not surprisingly Joan I have always found this scene peaceful for some reason. Growing up in farm country I always admired the work and precision. Back then they were all rectangular bales. Sounds weird, I am sure, but these huge perfect round “bales” represent a more quiet time in life.
I was thinking when I took the pictures, that all I remember seeing growing up in Illinois were the smaller rectangular ones too. Maybe that’s why I was fascinated with these!