You can almost see the rain as it blew out of the field and over the patch. The sky glows, and the brightness of the pumpkins just stand out against the dark pumpkin patch. This photo was taken in the same patch as the photos I took last year, but from a different angle. If you look at the difference between this year and last, there are fewer tall grasses this year, making it less of a mythical place and more down-to-earth farmland.
I made the mistake of this year again, not grabbing a wheel barrel to collect my 26 lb. pumpkin. And also unlike last year I didn't have a pal to run back to the front to grab me one! Rather, I hauled that pumpkin by it's rather thick stem all the way up to the weighing booth about 10 feet at a time. My wrist now hates me. I could have carried it with both hands, but in my 'wisdom' I had wanted to bring more than one back, so the other was tucked up under my arm. During this slow and tedious maneuver, I took this photo of the sky and field.