This little stand of weeds has given up.
There is no more fight left in them. The drought has defeated them, and their posture reflects that.
Isn’t it strange that a human’s posture of defeat so closely resembles that of a plant?!
Any way you dress it up, it is still a drought.
Here it is mid-August, and we have been feeding hay to the horses for over a month. We will be feeding hay through at least March of 2013. The pastures will need to be seeded before there will be any grass available for the horses to graze.
I did get out and about this morning with my camera. Despite a brief, soft rain the other morning, everything is crunchy, crispy-dry.
As the sun sent its orangey morning beams across the land, it only served to accentuate the brownness of the vegetation.
Uncle! What do we trees and bushes need to say for the rain to come?
Despite the pathos of a single dead leaf on bare twigs, the light through this leaf is beautiful. I am out searching for beauty to photograph. If I wanted to show desperation or decline, I guess I would need different lighting.
What do you think?
Last summer (2011), it seemed so crackly dry that there couldn’t possibly be anything left worth photographing. The temperatures were also oppressively hot, not just over 100 degrees farenheit, but around 110-112 degrees, making the idea of an outdoor venture a not so inviting idea. Still, I was itching to use my camera and glad when the thought occurred to me that I could document the effects of the drought on our little bit of land. Out I ventured and immediately found beautiful light glowing through many distressed leaves and blossoms. The beauty was still there for anyone willing to wander outside looking for it :o)