The field just behind our house one warm June morning, before all the dew had burnt off. Either the seed wasn’t well cleaned, or the… More…Red, yellow, green Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)
Cultivated poppies on the Salisbury Plain near Winterbourne Abbas – another of my A303 series that belies the traffic roaring past, unseeing. Abrash is the… More…Abrash Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)
A field of ripening barley with a small drift of poppies in the middle distance. Just a small strip missed by the herbicide spray, and… More…Two Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)