“The true harvest of my life is intangible—a little star dust caught, a portion of the rainbow I have clutched.”–Henry David Thoreau
Our days have been a sanctuary…cool nights, warm days…a tad on the dry side
Walking through the falling leaves is a true simple joy….the crushed leaves scent the air, an intoxicating mix mingling with the smell of the corn as it rushes into the hopper then into the waiting grain truck. We are so dry the warm air seems to fling me up like a kite
Then late Friday night…while we were just getting home from the Elevator (8:00 p.m–we were four trucks from the last load. A long-long day) The clouds started rolling in.
(This is the sunset while waiting in line)
Then late, late in the evening a storm played along the Plateau. I took my camera into the dark and dull night. Hoping against hope I just MIGHT get to capture a lightning strike.
I stood in last year’s bean field standing in the dead pinto bean vines; Boomer somewhere close by and Min-Min cat washing her paws next to me…the storm sweeping across the plateau with a dark curtain of rain coming toward our farm, when I actually got a lightening bolt.
Small though it was.
From my world to your heart
Linda
sounds wonderful. thanks for sharing the day/night with us.
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The light rain we received sure helped with all the dust.
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Wonderful photos, especially the golden tree in front of the plateau and that last lightning bolt shot!
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It was pure luck! But I’ll take it however I can get it!
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Nice!
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Congratulations on your lightning bolt photo. I’ve never been able to capture one.
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It was pure luck. I’ve never been able to until now!
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Linda, you evoke the season so beautifully. The elements are so alive where you live. They certainly can’t be ignored. I always feel I’m breathing your air when I read these posts. From my spring to your autumn, greetings across the world.
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Greetings to you also, Juliet! Enjoy your wonderful Spring. My heart rejoices for you!
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I don’t much like this dying time of the year, but i do love your descriptions.
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It is a dying time. A last flare of brilliance then on to that miserable time called winter.
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Good for you on the lightning! I have tried for years and only gotten one and it wasn’t much.
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It wasn’t very big, but it was a long, long ways away. I” take it…getting lightning is HARD!
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Lightning is really hard to photograph! Sounds like harvest is moving right along! 🙂
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Getting close to being done! YAY!
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Those are all beautiful shots. I like lightning far away. It scares the bejezzus out of me close. Glad you got at least a little rain. I’m ready for a little less for awhile. Wish I didn’t like the winter so much but I do. I’m hoping it kills some of the bugs. They are getting worse every year.
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Terry like winter the best also. He says the heat is hard on him.
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Me too.Heat makes me ill.
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Beautiful words and wonderful picture. Lightening scares me though — be careful out there.
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It was way, way, way far away. I was surprised I got the photo it was so far away.
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I love that Boomer and Min Min were with you. 😃 pet pals
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They LOVE to go for walks. I get a little concerned at night, but so far so good.
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Isn’t it fun? We went out to get lightning shots a time or two—-we weren’t as smart as you though—we let it waaaaayyyy to close. Lol.
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