Tuesday Photos – Sunset at the Farm

I took this photo last summer at a friend’s farm and it’s one of my favorites. My challenge to you is to take twenty minutes to write a short scene that could take place in this location at this exact moment in time? Please feel free to share in the comments and have fun with it!

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5 thoughts on “Tuesday Photos – Sunset at the Farm

  1. Mae Clair says:

    What a beautiful photo! I admit I know absolutely zilch about farming but the picture is so inspiring, I’ll take a stab and crafting a scene:

    The fading light of the setting sun spread over the field, chased by the cooling air of late day.
    Tom dragged a sleeve across his brow, mopping up sweat, and stood back to survey the acreage unfurling around him.

    His family’s life blood was in the ground, measured by every harvested crop and turn of the soil.
    He remembered riding on the large lumbering tractor with his grandfather when he was a kid; how his Nana would wave from the shaded front porch of the farmhouse, beckoning them inside for a lunch.

    They were good memories, jagged and worn at the edges, tinted by the bittersweet passage of time. It was harder to stay afloat these days. Between three months of drought, the high cost of equipment and changing regulations, he and Jenna were beginning to feel the pinch.

    No matter. He wouldn’t see the land sold for condos or a strip mall. Every now and then it was nice to pause and appreciate the legacy his family had built.

    The setting sun would still be there, crowning the land, when he passed it to his children and theirs.

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