I had errands and appointments in Jackson three days last week, and, while driving East on I-20 between Vicksburg and Jackson, had to pass by acres and acres of cotton fields that looked as if they had been dusted with a blanket of snow. I could hear those fields calling my name and was frustrated by not having time to stop and capture them with my camera.
I planned to go back Saturday morning, but was afraid the cotton pickers would get there before I did. Saturday morning dawned overcast, with a heavy fog, and I knew it was my lucky day the cotton pickers wouldn't be there until the fog lifted and the cotton had a chance to dry out.
I, not so patiently, waited for the fog to lift and was rewarded with a brilliant October blue sky as a background for my photo shoot. I love it when a plan comes together, don't you!
This field is the same one I featured in a post a couple of weeks ago [The Joys of a Cotton Patch], but it was mostly green then, with a few white tufts of cotton scattered amongst the rows ...
I know the cotton farmer's heart races a little faster every time he checks these beautiful fields ... and where I see beauty, I'm sure he sees dollar signs.
There's just something about a cotton field that inspires my southern pride and makes me glad that I grew up in the "land of cotton."
The cotton bolls were, literally, overflowing, and some looked as if they were the size of baseballs.
Here's that October blue sky I mentioned earlier ...
Isn't it glorious!
And speaking of glorious ... I've photographed dew on roses and pansies and other flowers, but I had never seen dew on cotton!
Is that not awesome!
There should be a country song called, "When the Dew is on the Cotton, I'll be Comin' Home to You."
This next picture is one of my favorites ... I love the contrast between the soft, pristine white cotton and the rustic texture of the leaves and boll.
I was in my glory as I wandered the rows of that cotton field. What better way to spend a Saturday morning than in the midst of God's glory under an October blue sky ... and to be able to capture it and its memory forever in pictures was a special blessing.
6 comments:
Gorgeous! Reminds me of my grandmother. She died at this time of year, and the sides of the roads were littered with cotton bolls like the petals of roses at a wedding.
xo,
Sheila
Thank you for sharing your blessing with us! I love each picture and wish I was driving I-20 today to get to MS!
This 'almost' makes me homesick for the days of yore! I grew up in a cotton patch :) When I was small, I remember Daddy showing me how God made the cotton bolls just right to be picked by the hands of man. Your photography is some of the best I've seen!!!
Just beautiful Janie! Reminds me of Alex and the time he brought me a bouquet of cotton ...years ago. I still have it in a vase. Marion
Just beautiful Janie. Reminds me of Alex and the time he brought me a bouquet of cotton.... years ago....and I still have it.
Marion
Hi Janie,
Cotton fields in the South are a sight to see and you have captured them so beautifully with your camera. I loved all of the ohotos.
Pat from Tallahassee
Post a Comment