We are heading down the road to harvest.
There is a haze in the air tonight. Although I cannot smell smoke, it is caused by far away forest fires.
Since we have no forests, we're not worried.
But it made for interesting light as the sun was going down.
The light was unusual for July in GriggsDakota
In the light the canola swaths looked like rows of tropical plants.
Grandpa Sonny is finishing the last swath on this section of the field.
Joseph is waiting at the end to take over Grandpa's swather.
But Grandpa drives by and pulls off the field.
Diagnosis: Leaking hose.
Prescription: Call me in the morning.
It's time to call it a day in GriggsDakota.