Driving on backroads near Petersfield MB, we finally found a convenient place to stop. We’d seen sunflower fields in several places, but finally found a place where I could get in close, even in sandals.
Unfortunately, the plants were largely past their prime and were facing away from me, with no access on their far side.
Petersfield, 2017
Although it’s hardly the canonical shot of a field full of sunflowers, I like it for the sense of being just out of the action and struggling to see over a crowd. I don’t like its messiness.
It reminded me of some shots I hadn’t thought of for years. The ugly concrete-faced highrise across the street from us in downtown Ottawa had some untended flower boxes out front. One summer, one of them harboured straggly sunflowers.
Ottawa, 2004
This flower has a cowlick of sorts, saving it from boring perfection, I guess.
They tell me that once you have a field of sunflowers you’ll always have sunflowers, because it’s hard to get rid of them.
Tom
Tom – Or corn, eh? Or poppies? I saw a field near this one with a few lonely stalks of corn scattered across some low-growing plant like soybeans. Weeds are all in the grower’s intention.
There are never too many pictures of sunflowers – van Gogh knew that. I like the crowd view photo.
Judith – As near as I can tell, the world is full of things of which there are never too many pictures. 🙂 And I feel like an elite curler when I say, “I don’t hate it.” Thanks.
There are never too many sunflowers, aside from pictures of them. A garden patch of sunflowers ten feet tall in dinner-plate sized yellow and butter-plate bronze and red proclaims hope and joy next to a home fraught with difficulties. I choose to let them anchor me in the sea of challenges.
Laurna – Yes, I know what you mean. Very cheery, and that’s never wrong.