I was delighted to come across this field and its huge round bales of hay. Most hayfields here were cut and baled and stowed away months ago and I never took the time to stop and photograph any of them. Most farmers here use square bales anyway, but I'm partial to the look of these round ones. I love the challenge of finding things to photograph that don't look like NJ at all. A hayfield like this one is probably something that many of you drive past each day and don't even give a second thought to because they are such a common sight. That may even be the case in other parts of NJ, but I love to see scenes like this that make me imagine I'm somewhere else or sometime in the past. The truth of the matter is that this pic was taken on the front *lawn* property of a corporate headquarters. I was trespassing on their private road when I took the pic.
On with my attempt at Haibun:
Speeding past shuttered farm stands and pastured horses, a dozen crows sort through the debris of a hayfield as I pause to watch them. The sun is warm at noon and the air tinged with the hint of a heavy frost to come. There is just enough time to step out of the car, walk a few steps, and steal this image of the beauty above, below, and around me before hurrying on to other things.
the color of change
leaf by leaf and day by day
Autumn at my feet
20 comments:
I would say you are a poet. Lovely photo and verse.
What an absolute treat--the photo is breathtaking, like a wondrous painting in its color and detail. Haibun is new to me; as a sometime poet, I shall have to try it.
The photo is beautiful. New Jersey has such hidden treasures. I love the phrase "autumn at my feet."
This is serenely wonderful. You did what wanted to.
Beautiful haibun and photo.
Great first attempt,Laura! I love that photo, can you believe I miss fall already, now that Maine is taking the look of winter?
So glad to see you here! You have the eyes and pen of a poet.
Works for me!
Never say you're not a poet! You are!! Lovely work!
That's a beautiful poem. I think making poetry is good for the soul.
Bravo! You ARE a poet and didn't know it. HA!
Lovely haibun, so evocative of the season.
Both the scene and your telling of it are lovely. A bit of warmth for a cold grey day here (where it is supposed to be late spring)
Very nice Laura, and that picture glows! November in Minnesota is gray, gray and more gray!
I love your poem, Laura. The way you worded the second line caused me to pause and feel it. Your photographs are stunning too (love the barrens post--had trouble with Blogger leaving a comment yesterday), as always. :)
Thanks everyone for being so kind.
;-)
That's lovely, Laura.
Your photos haven't been showing up for me the past couple of days. But from the words I have a clear mental image of your picture. I'm eager to see if it matches the actual photo, if the actual photos ever show up.
I was out taking pictures in the country Monday, too. I'll post some eventurally.
Beautiful photo - lovely haibun! I thank all of you who are bringing back to me memories of autumn in the east.
wow...what a debut! wonderful haibun and lovely photograph...and i would have to agree having lived in NJ for 11 years (a lifetime ago)...that looks more like PA (or south Jersey....after all, it IS the Garden State :-)
welcome to ODB...so glad to have you join us and hope you come back
Thanks again.
Maryann: Not sure what is up with the photos not loading - does the same to me sometimes.
This is a real treat. Such a good balance with the photo, text and haiku!
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