Play Of The Sunlight.

The beginning of pop...corn!

Walking past this field of corn was amazing. The sun was rippling through it accentuating greens still there.

These few cob of corn were left for the deer to eat. Literally a strip of corn was left alongside the road. Bob has just made himself a pot of popcorn, the old fashioned way. We tend to forget where those kernels come from...

A history of summer. The extreme heat we've been living through has left its mark on crops.

A corn field a bit further along making today look rather picturesque. In a matter of a few months the little seedlings have sprouted to a lofty height. Taller than me.

Red sirens in clay pots giving credence to the saying...Burgenland, the Toscana of Austria.

Same pots, different angle. The sun's might creates beauty whichever side one takes note of it.

Biggi