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Posted by sherri Oct 11, 2018 images landscape 22 Comments 6.6k Views
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cotton in the field, eastern arkansas

I can see a cotton field
Old men working in the mill
I can see the load in the trunk of my old blue Oldsmobile
I see the tears in my mama’s eyes
When she kissed her baby goodbye
I can still feel all of that love from here
— Wynonna Judd sang that

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22 Comments

  • Elizabeth Buckalew says:
    Oct 11, 2018 at 8:03 pm

    Time… but your processing makes this image feel timeless…

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  • Harry says:
    Oct 11, 2018 at 9:13 pm

    ah, the pathos of country music. I drive by similar fields in some of my eastern Carolina wanderings. Your processing evokes a timeless agrarian feeling.

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  • Ginnie says:
    Oct 12, 2018 at 12:19 am

    OMG! I got so excited when I saw Wynonna Judd (let alone the cotton) and had to Google the song: I had the opportunity to hear Wynonna and Naomi in concert many times while living in Atlanta. Thanks for the memories!

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  • Nicou says:
    Oct 12, 2018 at 12:24 am

    Quel cadrage cette route ce champs tout en blanc superbe compo
    Belle journée

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  • lisl says:
    Oct 12, 2018 at 1:09 am

    I have never seen a cotton field, sherri – thank you

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  • Bill Phillips says:
    Oct 12, 2018 at 1:57 am

    When I was a little bitty baby
    My mama would rock me in the cradle,
    In them old cotton fields back home;

    It was down in Louisiana,
    Just about a mile from Texarkana,
    In them old cotton fields back home.

    Oh, when them cotton bolls get rotten
    You can’t pick very much cotton,
    In them old cotton fields back home.

    Creedence Clearwater revival

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  • Elaine K says:
    Oct 12, 2018 at 2:51 am

    lovely picture! i could almost imagine a tea towel with that picture printed on it! will have to look into print on demand for towels 🙂

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  • grouser says:
    Oct 12, 2018 at 5:27 am

    nice landscape landscape 🙂

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  • willem says:
    Oct 12, 2018 at 6:03 am

    A beautiful timeless operation, a great result.

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  • ruthiebear says:
    Oct 12, 2018 at 7:13 am

    A cotton field can evoke so many feelings and stories. I like the vintage appeal of this image.

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  • tatar@y says:
    Oct 12, 2018 at 8:22 am

    34, passage du prieuré

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  • tatar@y says:
    Oct 12, 2018 at 8:24 am

    Wouahhh mon com n’a pas été pris ?????

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  • mhelene says:
    Oct 12, 2018 at 10:06 am

    Very beautiful !! Superb photo of cotton fields and great presentation.

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  • ....peter:) says:
    Oct 12, 2018 at 10:26 am

    nice song Sherri… i had never seen a cotton field… at least one with the cotton grown high….peter:)

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  • Steve says:
    Oct 12, 2018 at 2:26 pm

    A beautiful image of the cotton field. Fortunately, machines pick it now.

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  • Martine Girard says:
    Oct 12, 2018 at 7:18 pm

    Très joli, on a l’impression que le ciel se reflète dans le champ.

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  • Michael Rawluk says:
    Oct 12, 2018 at 11:03 pm

    If it wasn’t for the road’s rumble strip, that could be anytime.

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  • Lewis says:
    Oct 13, 2018 at 2:57 pm

    Great long view and lovely cotton like clouds too.

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  • oldshutterhand says:
    Oct 14, 2018 at 4:10 pm

    A lot of work for people, little for a machine.

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  • Elaine Hancock says:
    Oct 15, 2018 at 7:09 pm

    I have never seen a cotton field. This is beautiful! A gorgeous composition.

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  • Diane says:
    Oct 16, 2018 at 9:58 pm

    wow, imagine when people used to pick all that cotton by hand. That’s what i think of.
    It’s another lovely photo.
    I hope you make photo books with your photos, or print them out in some way.

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  • By Marie says:
    Oct 17, 2018 at 2:37 am

    Beautiful cotton filed. I like your soft processing

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