The sky is shockingly blue, and the cornfields have faded to shades of dusty brown, beige and gold. There are now yellow flowers growing along, on top of, between, the dried stalk, so that the fields seem to have burst alive again just as the corn has been cut.
This morning I saw a woman I've seen many times before, with her small flock of goats and a few cows. This time she was accompanied by a young girl, maybe her daughter, both of them wearing straw brimmed hats against the sun that was already rising rapidly as we walked, and carrying switches to encourage the animals along at a good clip. There was a very young little black and white goat that scampered along the sides of the road, but trotted back as the flock moved on, not wanting to get separated from the group. We said our good mornings, but the angle of the sun was too sharp and the light too intense for me to photograph them, except from the back, as they were walking away from the sun and to get their faces I would have had to shoot into it.