Where I grew up the sky was large and endless and I have an ongoing romantic longing to return there.This week during the school holidays, thanks to the magic of facebook and the generosity of a farming family we visited a diary farm not far from the land were I grew up. It was lovely to reconnect with an old school friend and enjoy her family and farming achievements with her husband. They most certainly have a farm to be admired. Although in the following shots there aren't any cows (don't ask me why!) their cows are so gentle, quiet and happy milkers.
The sky is beautifully blue! What is KD running is - it's not their poo pit is it?
ReplyDeleteLooks like technology has moved on since we were farming. lots of big shiny, where we had lots of small shiny.
ReplyDeleteno not a poo pit - flood irrigation - wondering if this might be an historical document?
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