The latter half of this week has been unexpectedly busy, which is my excuse—the best I can come up with—for not putting up a post for a few days.
I have, however, been trying to shoot photos whenever and wherever I can.
The field is really just a ten-acre patch of land cleared some years ago when various restaurants, motels, and retailers began moving into the area. For whatever reasons, this large lot has yet to be used, and has more-or-less reverted back to a semi-wild state.
Weeds dominate—as they always do in most such places. But one man’s weeds are another man’s wildflowers…and even the most noxious weed can oftentimes offer a vision of splendor if you look close.
II suppose most would look on such a place within an industrialized area as just a bit of wasteland. Not worthy of a second glance. But only man produces true wastelands; nature always has a few tricks up her sleeve, and given half a chance, churns out beauty.
I intend to bring my camera along the next time I visit Sam’s—and to allow myself a bit more exploration time.
Who knows what visual treasures the old field holds?