Picking Cotton

In the fall it is cotton picking time. I stopped to shoot the diagonals of the cotton field. They caught my eye when I was driving by. The best part was that I was elevated above the field, it made it look like I was above it. Then I turned around & started shooting the cotton picker dumping its load. I just love how the egret happens to be posing for me! Like it knew I was shooting it

When I was a child I grew up on a farm in the country, just like this scene. My step-dad, Tony, would have us kids help tromp the cotton after it was dumped into a cotton trailer. We would pack it down to make the trailer hold more cotton. I remember the sharp seeds poking me, but in-between tromping we had a great bed to lay in!!!

No more trailers, this is what they use now. They dump it in, pack it down, cover it & move on. Then they come back & haul it to the cotton gin to process it.