“There are times to stay put, and what you want will come to you, and there are times to go out into the world and find such a thing for yourself.”
― Lemony Snicket
This image was made last weekend in a small town in Central Ontario called Fort Stewart. It’s a small community in the high hills of the North Hastings Highlands that if it wasn’t for the ancient stands of pine and maple and dark rivers you would think you were in West Virginia. It’s a rugged part of Ontario and one would not think productive farms could exist, yet they do. Through ingenuity and sheer determination, the early settlers were able to produce scant crops among the rocks. Enough so to warrant the building of towns with schools and churches, which remain to this day.
Through it’s unique geology, a small area or arable land formed here. Most of the farms are used as pasture land or to grow hay, but I have seen a few decent corn fields as well.
This hay field caught my attention and is directly across the road from the colt image I shared yesterday and about a mile from the deer I posted the day before that. I suppose it’s the anomaly of a hay field in this northern community that resonated with me. It seems almost out of place and would seem better suited to ore southern climes.
Tamron SP 70-200mm f/2.8 Di VC USD @ 200mm
1/160 sec, f/6.3 ISO 200