One evening last week, Gep loaded up his camera equipment, Kat put on her model face and we drove off into the sunset, looking for that place that said “here I am, the perfect spot for taking pictures”. It was not long before that place appeared, a wheat field glowing gold in the evening sun, soft shadows playing across its surface.
Kat wandered into the field, waiting while Gep set up, playing with the wheat fronds.
I took pictures – there were a lot of ladybugs protecting the grain from small predators. I thought about how long it had been since I had been in a field of wheat, way back in those days of childhood and realized this was probably the first time my kids had played in a field of grain.
Way back behind the field there was a hill, on top of which sat a scraggly tree, on top of which sat a hawk, watching, waiting patiently for dinner to appear.
Gep was ready and needed a remote flash holder person, so I turned my camera off and did my duty.
Gorgeous!
I love wheat fields!
Love the hawk sitting patiently…
Oh the ladybugs
Great pictures and lovely memories
My memories of wheat fields consist of LOOOOOONG hours loading wagons, unloading wagons, and stacking in barns. The cut wheat is surprisingly pokey, and I also remember bloody shins as a result. But, they are picturesque, and I think you did find the perfect photo place!
How fun was that! And great shots too. Aren’t wheat fields beautiful! Your kids are too.
We have a field behind the house that we let a local farmer plant, so that it won’t return to woods, which it would if left untended. This year it is wheat – a beautiful golden field swaying in the breezes. It’s beautiful.
You have certainly had some wonderful times. And you certainly are blessed with some creative kids.
This is really sweet, Carol! Some lovely photos too.