Anytime I am in my car my eyes are scanning the scenery and landscape. As I’ve been driving to work this past week I’ve been watching the foxtail barley grasses maturing. Because these grasses grow along the sides of the highways and roads and in the medians, there’s a small window of opportunity to photograph them. Once they get tall enough they are mowed down so as not to impair the sight lines of the drivers. This evening I was fortunate to beat the mowers and had a delightful (and eventful) time of photographing these soft and reflective grasses. What you don’t see in this photo is the state highway just on the horizon behind the foxtail barley. Evidently as someone was driving by they must have noticed me sitting on the ground and worried that something was amiss. The next thing I knew I heard sirens and an EMT was pulling up by the side of the road wanting to know if I was okay. After I assured them I was fine and explained that I was photographing they were on their way. It is nice to know that there are caring people here in Minnesota.
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Yes, the Midwest has great people…………The simple things make your images.
I love looking at the wild grasses that grow as tall as I am in the field next to our home in northern Wisconsin. Their different textures, seed heads, colors and heights are all treasures in the summer sun.
Thank you for sharing the photo of the foxtails, I’ll now smile and think of you when I drive by a batch.
Beth – you too live in an area of wonderful grasses. I’m so glad they’re nearby for your appreciation.
I admire the foxtail plant for two reasons:
1.its wispy beauty and
2.its lovely interpretive dance in the wind.
Margaret — your words paint a wonderful and descriptive picture! Thanks for putting into words what I was trying to capture with my camera.
Love the latest pic. Beautiful grass and you always take the most evocative photos. I remember last year taking some photos while I was in Nebraska. A nice young man stopped to see if I was in some sort of difficulty. I was surprised, but pleased. If that happened here, I might be calling the cops….
There is so much I miss about the “middle”.