Wheat Fields Say Nothing To Me
I couldn’t disagree with The Little Prince more. While we are not in close proximity to wheat fields (this one is an hour’s ride), the sound of the wind blowing through reeds of dune grass surely must sound similar? A very lonesome sound. What do you think?
©Teresita Abad Doebley All rights reserved 2009-2011.
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I kinda like that bed of beige… reminds me of soft carpeting! 😆
There is something special about being out and just taking in the sights and sounds in the field.
Wheat fields speak to me all the time. But then, I’m almost surrounded by them.
Beautiful shot. 🙂
Fields like this speak volumes, if we take the time to listen and discern the language. Wonderful shot, Terry! 🙂
There is such activity in a field of wheat – if you look carefully that is!
One of the most visceral experiences I have ever had was listening to the grass speak it’s song in the Badlands National Park.
Fields like this symbolize the wondrous beauty of America…
Jaye