What is there left when nature takes it all, the little hope that remains is taken to the limit, a life spent nurturing the land, growing the seed, tending the stock…….. last year the land was flooded, mud and slush….. vehicles bogged to the axles, the farm house a foot underwater, sodding carpet, ruined furniture…..the animals in the bottom paddocks did’nt make it the water it rose so quickly there was no possibility we would get them out…..so how do we move forward from that? how do we survive until the sun shines again….well we just do…. we mop up, do repairs… we just live ….put one foot in front of the other and plod forward .
So the sun comes out and life is good the tractor gets pulled out of the shed the ground is now dry enough to till, the seed gets planted, new buds of green start to sprout in the warm sun, the springtime comes and goes and the crop is grown, the ripe heads of wheat wave in the sun, almost time for the summer harvest, life is good the bills will be paid for this year
A storm approaches, lightening strikes hard and fast across the dry ground it looks like rain…..dear god not now not yet… one strike and smoke is rising, a slow and steady plume of intoxicating sickening smoke, its moving forward, the heads of wheat crackle and burst, now l pray for the rain….oh please god let it rain ….not heavy …just put out those flames… but its too late the crop is blazing, the land glows with the anticipation of the heat to follow……
So this is all that remains.. where to from here …well we keep on plodding, we save what is left and rebuild once again, for this is life on the land… this is life of the Australian farmer and a dedication to their daily struggles
This is my own images taken at the Victorian sheepdog trials,Smythesdale ,background is stubble burning just outside of Avoca,layered in PSE6 ,taken on a Canon 60D… orange BG texture by Mysticmorning stock