Around the Block
We used to think hay bales were put there by farmers for Andrew Wyeth to paint.
Conformity
Do Your Own Thing
Loyalty
Perspective
End of the Season Temptation
Note: All the photos were taken in our Blue Ridge Parkway neighborhood, except the pool closing one. The dog is Jazzy, chow, inherited from our son Dylan. I think he should have named her Aslan.
Comments
Gorgeous misty mountain blues...
Posted by: josephine | August 30, 2006 9:36 AM
Well, you know how sometimes things hit you and make a seemingly lasting impression?
Seriously now, I fear that I may never look at a field of hay bales again and not consider a psychological profile with regard to the "hay cutter" based on your very observant interpretation.
Posted by: Alan G | August 30, 2006 9:38 AM
I remember when the round bales first started showing up around this area and I loved them....I still do. They are a thing of beauty (though my nose and eyes would disagree)
Who is that big fuzzy dog? I am guessing it is a Chow but it looks so big!
Pleasing, serene photographs, though the closing of the pool always makes me a little sad.
Posted by: Deana | August 30, 2006 9:39 AM
Great photos and excellent tags. Very appropriate! Really enjoyed them....especially that pooch.
Posted by: Terri | August 30, 2006 9:46 AM
I was trying to find some different shaped hay bales to photograph for a "rugged individualist" sort of shot, but there were none around here! The dog is Jasmine, yes chow. We inherited her from my son Dylan. I think Jazzy should have been called ASLAN.
Posted by: colleen | August 30, 2006 9:49 AM
colleen- i enjoy your blog! i happened to it from fred's site. whenever we go by a field of the haybales covered in white, i tell my 4 year old son that it's a field of giant marshmallows.
Posted by: amy f. | August 30, 2006 11:01 AM
Or sugar covered shredded wheat!
Posted by: colleen | August 30, 2006 11:04 AM
Love those pictures of the bales of hay. Particularly the one where they are sitting by themselves, ready for something in a rather lonely way...
And your Doggie...very very sweet!
Posted by: OldOldLady Of The Hills | August 30, 2006 11:43 AM
Love the random hay bales. I think it is so weird, still, to see them round. They used to square. I hating putting up hay!
Love those mountians.
My digital camera is slowly dying....WAH!!!
Posted by: Nancy | August 30, 2006 1:28 PM
I've never put up hay, but my son Dylan has. I wrote the opening line about Andrew Wyeth after a trip to Vermont 30 years ago!
Posted by: colleen | August 30, 2006 1:48 PM
do you know that most farmers are deciding to stop using round bales? it's because the cows aren't getting a square meal! :) (these things are what you hear when your sister is an agriculture teacher!)
Posted by: amy f. | August 30, 2006 1:58 PM
Aslan would've been perfect :-)
I love taking pictures of hay bales!
Posted by: Janet | August 30, 2006 3:17 PM
I remember being delighted the first time that I saw the rolled bales. They are so much more attractive than the old block ones. I love your reference to Andrew Wyeth.
Posted by: Ginnie | August 30, 2006 3:28 PM
Love the "perspective" picture. You can certainly tell why they called them the "Blue Ridge" Mountains.
Posted by: srp | August 30, 2006 11:17 PM
Thank you for coming by my blog, and for your kind words, i am glad Josphine sent you, Blue ridge mountain girls!
I want to dive into this blueness!
Posted by: tongue in cheek | August 31, 2006 5:15 AM
Happy sigh. Your lens is as rich as your words.
Popped by from Michele's tonight. I hope you're weathering the storm well. It WAS heading for WV, wasn't it?
Posted by: Carmi | August 31, 2006 11:23 PM
I'd like to see Andrew Wyeth paint the dog.
What a view in your neighborhood. I must get down to Floyd some day. I'll sleep on a hay bale.
Posted by: Rick | September 1, 2006 12:49 AM