On a windy night
Plowed at dusk to beat the heat
Rolled over dry soil
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Plowing At Dusk
On a windy night
Plowed at dusk to beat the heat
Rolled over dry soil
Off Center & Not Even 
Spectacular sky, landscapes and flower.
Thanks, Maria.
These are like paintings. Absolutely amazing.
Thanks, Shey.
imgagine plowing on a windy night
love the commitment in this Timku
and the freckled lily is just unashamedly gorgeous in her yellow frock.
Thanks, abvr.
Happy Friday to you
And to you. Have a great weekend.
I’m looking forward to that, thank you.
Beautiful shots. But man, does that look dryyyyy
And dusty with lots of cotton flying around. Thanks, Dale.
Yes, I bet. One must protect one’s eyes!
Eye eye. And lungs. Hack! Cough! Ack! Ack!
“Snot is running down his nose
Greasy fingers, smearing savage load
Hey, Cottonlung”
Eeesh. Seriously.
Now I’m singing the song.
I love the layers in this shot Tim! You’ve had some great sunsets and skies lately.
Thanks, Brad.
Really wonderful 💖
Thanks, Luisa.
It is truly my pleasure, Timothy ❣️
Your tractor shot is marvelous! All beautiful.
Thanks, Michele.
I love the lavender in the first photo!
Thanks, Liz.
You’re welcome, Tim.
Beautiful photos and I love the poem!! ❤️
Thanks, Samantha.
Ploughing at night, what a sight!
He’s on it, right? Thanks, Geoff.
Beautiful pictures! Beautiful flower
Thanks, Becky.
Rewarding in every way!
(nearly missed this!)
Thanks, Marina.
That is a nice evening cap of clouds over the Sandias, and I love the lily composition with the dark background. What does your neighbor grow? He is smart, waiting for evening to plow.
I would guess they will plant corn this late in the season. Thanks, Lavinia.
If I ca ever get all the projects done so I can paint again I think I’d like to copy this. It’s beautiful.
You are welcome to use it for a painting. Thanks, Angela.
That’s a good way to beat the heat. Dust? You have to plow dust? xo
In our dustbowl, you sure do. And eat a lot of it, also. Thanks, Resa.
Oh, you meant literally plowed – I was thinking more like my favorite band Sponge
Say a prayer for me
I’m buried by the sound
In a world of human
Wreckage
I’m lost and I’m found
And I can’t touch the
Ground
I’m plowed into the sound
That too! But yes! A real live farmer out plowing a field. Kind of novel these days. Thanks, Brian.
Stunning shots Tim …
Thanks, Julie.