Back again in the barley fields at Hart Hill. There are at least two more thrilling episodes of ‘Phil’s rhapsodic photographs of arable crops’ to come this week, so this will be good news or bad – depending on your tolerance for my tolerance for impressionist in-camera happenings! Admittedly, a few of the images in this post look as if I’ve been photographing the pelts of placid golden retrievers; rather, I was trying to keep the light, and the dry brush work of the barley whiskers, and so capture the feeling of wanting to sink your hand into the plush feathering of this ubiquitous-extraordinary landscape.
Red's Kingdom 
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