The view from my bedroom window early this afternoon. Time passes, measured by the endless cycle of sowing, reaping and ploughing. Will this field be allowed to lie fallow after five seasons of oats? Whatever happens, I'm happy to see agriculture continue rather than the land sold for housing.
View the same field in late-March, mid-April, mid-April again, mid-May, early-June, and late-June.
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