Goodness, Gracious, Great Bales o’ Fire!

Bales in a Field of Fire

We came upon the biggest black field I’d ever seen. Musta been 100 acres. I drove through miles and miles of the blackened fields of Harrison County, burned off after the harvest, to reinvigorate the soil. It’s a fiery, smoky iteration of the cycle of life, the transformation of all physical life forms from birth to death and birth again. Despite the rite of renewal, the landscape looks like the Book of Revelations’ front yard.

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