Hay Fields

The hay seems almost all cut, and the fields are a bright golden stubble which fades to a warmer, dark-brown gold after a day or two.  Some neat fields are full of giant cylindrical hay bales awaiting collection, others are still snaked with long thick lines of hay waiting for the turners and the balers.  These wide, heavy lines of hay across the golden stubble look like brown-yellow paint thickly squirted from a tube, something Van Gogh-heavy about them, rich and thick and almost liquid.