Along The Connecticut. June 21, 2012Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.
Tags: Canon 24mm f/3.5L TS-EII lens, cow vetch, daisies, flood plaines, grass, Hadley MA, hay, hay bales, Lake Hitchcock, mowing, Northampton MA, potato fields, round bales, Singh-Ray filters, tilt-shift photographym graduated filters
I had occasion to head toward Amherst today, with the intention of showing some of my photos to a restauranteur who expressed an interest in having them on his walls.
Well, that didn’t work out – something about a “family emergency.” That could, of course, be the case, but it’s so cliched I can’t help feeling slighted.
Anyway, having carted my wares all the way down river, I spent the late afternoon scouring the lowlands for more raw materials, knowing that the transition to Summer would produce some sort of blossoms and at least a little bit of atmospherics.
What I found was tall grass:
…laced around the edges with roadside randomness, including a LOT of Cow vetch:
This hot, dry week we’re experiencing is ideal for harvesting hay, and the grass is beautifully high, so farmers down in the valley are making hay:
Much of Hadley isn’t exactly flood plains of the Connecticut river, but more accurately viewed as the bottom of Lake Hitchcock, gone for ten millennia but still evident by its sediments. The land is rich despite having provided several hundred years of legendary productivity.
Haying happens several times per growing season, depending on growing and harvesting conditions. Rain makes it grow, but dry conditions are necessary for cutting and baling, and the two don’t always coincide.
This, though, looked like a really productive mowing:
This farmer was good enough to welcome me into his field to take these photographs. He was working for his living, and stopping for a stranger was an added task on this very hot and humid day. I greatly appreciated his permission to shoot.
Here’s The Man round-bailing the cut, dried grass:
These round bales are tied up and dropped out of the back of this baler, whereas traditional rectangular bales are packed, wrapped and pitched into hay wagons being dragged behind the operation:
But this is Hadley, rolling lowlands which don’t flood seasonally.
Across the river to the west is Northampton, where Spring flooding is common. The flatlands have been harrowed and planted and harvested and flooded in a cycle extending for centuries.
These days they grow corn and potatoes there, with a bio-diverse fringe of invaders separating the field roads from the crops:
That looks like wild mustard and lettuce, with mullein piercing the skyline. I love mullein – it looks like the pacifist’s version of yucca or agave, all cuddly and hippy-friendly (they smoke it, you know!)
One of a zillion types of daisies found locally piles up between the tires and the ‘taters:
Again with Mount Holyoke’s crowning Skinner House in the distance.
Another of the volunteers which dot these dusty fields is the ubiquitous cow vetch, here seen with Mt. Tom shaping the skyline:
I think what keeps drawing me back to this decidedly lowland place (a strong hour from my hill town home) is it’s suggestion of something farther west, perhaps a view of the Heartland, maybe even something higher and drier, the alti-plano of Wyoming or Montana.
I know that if you’re from there you’re pointing and laughing, but still, it’s a feeling I get, and I’m playing with it.
All of these shots are from Elliot, my Canon TS-EII tilt-shift lens, and most benefit from the use of hand-held graduated filters to bring the brooding skies further into compliance with a photo’s useful dynamic range. This combination is really my Standard Operating Procedure for landscape photography, though my 24-105mm zoom Allie lives on the box in my daily travels.
Thanks for hanging in there for this longish post on a place I’ve photographed numerous times before. I keep hoping for exceptional light or some remarkable bloom, but I’m meanwhile thankful for whatever the place gives up.