I hear it!
Distracted.
I run from window to window.
I see it!
I grab my little girl camera.
Run!
Run outside!
Hurry!
North. Neighbor’s field.
Corn too high.
Stand on picnic table.
Snap. Snap. Snap.
I know they’re chemicals.
I’m not big on chemicals.
But I get such a thrill, such a rush.
Climb. Dive.
Dip. Turn.
Skim the trees.
Crescendo. Decrescendo.
Hidden. Revealed.
Silence. Wait.
Crescendo. Decrescendo.
Steady now.
Leave. Return. Repeat.
Bright yellow. Blue sky.
Dance with the clouds.
Linking to Cassandra Frear’s Window Views at the Moonboat Cafe.
I have come to love your’s, Glynn’s, and Nancy’s poetry so much. They are really stretching me creatively.
Oh, Michael! I would not even begin to think I could touch their pens (or keyboards.) You have so encouraged me today! And BTW, I LOVE your poetry–handwoven images of your thoughts.
Love how we didn’t know what it was until the photos… the anticipation!
Glad you stopped by, Tricia. Thanks!
I knew too well that it would be a crop plane.. and the chemicals? They break my heart.
All too common here.
I know. He’s still buzzing. I think it might be a soybean field. Aphids?
Go MSU!
http://www.michiganfarmbureau.com/farmnews/transform.php?xml=20100815/aphids.xml
Enjoyed these photos! It is interesting to watch something like this. Always liked to watch the advertising banner planes when I was growing up. We lived in a NJ shore community and they were a common sight in the summer.
It’s hard to go about business when you hear the engines!
Cool pics. I always wanted to learn how to fly a plane.
Not sure I want to actually fly one. Well, maybe. We took a ride in a two-seater a couple years ago. That was, um, interesting.
I love your enthusiasm. Thanks for joining me with your window views!
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It must be quite a sight for the pilot, flying so low like that.
Exactly. And he needs to be very attentive!