Ploughing

Goodness knows what the farmers around here think of me always pointing my camera at them.
The country lanes are a bit bereft of pedestrians.
There are no shop windows or local transport to bring crowds of interesting portraits.
It's literally a 'field day' when the fields have to be tended and tractors are back and forth displaying their skills, as busy as Piccadilly Circus.

I can stand for hours, weather permitting, watching the changing skies or the rooks gracing the skies with their dance of flight where they are as under the guidance of one hand. They seem in unison and burl and leave the sets as if they're enjoying a Scottish Ceilidh.