field. harvest

Vincent van Gogh
Detail of Wheat Field with a Lark 
Oil on canvas
1’ 9" x 2’ 2"

In 1887, while Vincent van Gogh was residing in Paris, he executed an oil painting commonly known as Wheat Field with a Lark. The center part shows a partially harvested field of wheat under a sky patterned with light clouds, the bird flying over, and possibly out of the field. 


This is the bucolic shrine - and its stunning dome - devoted to Saint Gregory of Ostia in Sorlada. It’s one of the baroque jewels of Euskal Herria and said to guard the saint’s relics.

From 16th-19th centuries, Saint Gregory enjoyed a huge devotion since, according to the Catholic Church, he’s the patron saint of fields and harvests.


SSS_7318 by Sasin Tipchai
Via Flickr:
Mother and daughter in rice terraces,Tu Le Lao Cai,Vietnam


Mabalacat East Airfield - Mabalacat, Pampanga, Luzon, Philippines

Photos by & copyright Tony Feredo

Here are some photos of the first Kamikaze Airfield at the Mabalacat East Airfield, located at town of Mabalacat, Pampanga, Luzon, Philippines. The original marker was destroyed during the Mt. Pinatubo eruption of 1991. Now, the marker has been re-erected and a ceremony was held late October, 2009, to remember the first use of the Kamikaze. The Japanese airfield is now a sugar cane field and when harvest time comes, you can still see the outline of the runway.

A cute little mystery.

I was walking my dogs across a potato field that had been harvested about a week ago. Everything around me was dirt and dead white potato plants.

Then I noticed a single green plant standing all by itself in the middle of the field. I went over and started digging at it to see if there were any potatoes underneath.

Up came several small potatoes…and a single walnut.

I took it home, cracked it open and it was fresher than the walnuts you get in stores, like it had just been picked off a tree.

How a fresh walnut could end up entangled in a potato plant’s roots is beyond me.


Untitled by Gabriela Tulian
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Perhaps (To R.A.L.)

Perhaps some day the sun will shine again,
And I shall see that still the skies are blue,
And feel once more I do not live in vain,
Although bereft of You.

Perhaps the golden meadows at my feet
Will make the sunny hours of spring seem gay,
And I shall find the white May-blossoms sweet,
Though You have passed away.

Perhaps the summer woods will shimmer bright,
And crimson roses once again be fair,
And autumn harvest fields a rich delight,
Although You are not there.

Perhaps some day I shall not shrink in pain
To see the passing of the dying year,
And listen to Christmas songs again,
Although You cannot hear.’  

But though kind Time may many joys renew,
There is one greatest joy I shall not know
Again, because my heart for loss of You
Was broken, long ago.