Showing posts with label cotton bolls. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cotton bolls. Show all posts

Monday, September 23, 2013

The Joys of a Cotton Patch

As I turned off the highway onto the dusty, rutted farm road that warm mid-September morning, I could tell that my timing was perfect.  Before me lay one of the prettiest cotton fields I've ever had the pleasure of seeing up close, and I think my heart actually skipped a beat with anticipation as I got out of my car, my camera dangling at my side. 


The plants were lush and green, and dotted with little white tufts of cotton ...


As I walked amongst the rows, the parched and cracked soil crunched under my feet.

I was so glad I had timed my visit before the field had been defoliated, because it would have looked like this ...


Instead of this ...



Of course, to me, a cotton field is a thing of beauty at any stage, but this one was special because I was able to capture pictures of several stages of its development, from the white and red blooms ... to the bolls  ... and, finally, the pristine white cotton spilling from the bolls.

I was curious about why some of the blooms were white and some were red, and, after doing a little research on Google, I had my answer:  

Flowering is important to cotton production because pollinated flowers form cotton bolls. The bloom process takes several days, and bloom age can be estimated by the bloom characteristics. On the day a flower opens it is white in color. Pollination of that flower usually occurs within a few hours after the white flower opens. 


On the second day the flower will have a pink-like color, and a red color on the third day.


They remind me of little rosebuds ...


Approximately five to seven days after a flower appears it usually dries and falls from the plant exposing the developing boll. 






Occasionally a flower will stay attached to the developing boll for a longer period of time. This is referred to as a bloom tag, as shown in the picture below ...



Cotton is one of my favorite subjects to photograph.  Each and every flower, boll, and tuft of cotton is unique, and I never cease to be amazed and awed when I see them up close through my camera lens.

 
Another "bloom tag" ...

This field will be defoliated soon and I hope to go back after defoliation and make some more pictures then.  Several years ago, my husband and I visited it after it had been defoliated and took our granddaughter Avery Grace.  She was five then and it was her first time to see cotton up close.  She had a wonderful time discovering the joys of a cotton patch, and the pictures I captured that day are some of my favorites of Avery ...

  
I hope you are enjoying a preview of Fall weather where you live.  It's supposed to be a little cooler here in Mississippi this week, so I'm planning to venture out with my cameras to see what I can find.

Monday, November 9, 2009

In the Land of Cotton

Yesterday my husband and I took our four-year-old granddaughter Avery Grace on an adventure -- her first visit to a cotton field. And what a magnificent cotton field it was! (you can click on the images to enlarge them, if you'd like)

We caught it at just the right time, before the huge cotton picking machines descend on the fields to harvest the cotton from the bolls.

The plants stood over five feet tall, if you can imagine, swaying in a gentle breeze, and were loaded with fat, fluffy, snow-white bolls of cotton, ready for picking.

Avery had a ball wading through the rows ...

... stopping every now and then to check out an especially fluffy cotton boll.




I loved capturing her with my camera as she discovered the simple pleasures of playing in a cotton field. It wasn't easy to tear myself away, but I knew if I was going to get some pictures of the cotton, I'd better do it before she tired of playing in it.










We broke off a boll of cotton for Avery to take to pre-school today to share with her teacher and friends. I didn't think the farmer would mind, especially if he could have seen the wonder and delight in that little face as she discovered yet another one of God's masterpieces.