My wife and I, driving yesterday morning through southern Sacramento County, passed one of the most beautiful sights of farm country - spring fields of fresh-cut hay near Interstate 5. I love the smell that goes with these photos. I grew up on a farm in Northwest Ohio, where new-mown hay was the best smell on earth. I like the visual order in rows of bales in a green or straw-colored field.
Once more, tricked up a little in black and white, like some weird Stonehenge:
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