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Cheviots and a Yellow Field

yellow field

Even driving in the car, with the windows closed, one can smell that rank, sweet, pervasive scent of the oilseed rape. He said to me: “I wonder what Van Gogh would have made of these fields,” just at the same time I was wondering the same thing. Nothing as yellow as this, bad for the breathing, but astonishing to look at (through itchy eyes).

April 24, 2014 Posted by | Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments


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