Small World or Seven Degrees of Separation Part II: Ran into some blokes at the Irish pub and they spoke of sheep. Ensuing conversation and I found out they knew Dale Culp.
Another photo essay of tobacco being cut. What a memory that brings back to me.
A second photo essay of tobacco crop production – this time showing the topping process in progress and I give a little bit of some history on the subject of the crop and potential returns.
A little trip down memory lane for me with some very pretty tobacco blooms in full glory and the field just ready for being topped. This is more a photo essay then anything else.
Farming with horses has become a lost art, but there are those few and proud that still exercise the practice and if you look you can find someone to teach you some basics.
I admit to not being the man I used to be – is this me feeling old or just melancholy? Here it is for what it is…