Swedish hay bales. Sounds something like a country and western band. I’ve had this fascination with hay bales since I don’t know when. No idea where it came from. Perhaps it’s memories that live deep in my subconscious. Memories of childhood visits to my grandmother Agnes and grandfather Eskil.

Anyway, since I’d brought along my drone to Österlen yesterday, as soon as we saw a tidy collection of golden bales on a field, I just had to try and create an interesting composition from above.

Like at no other time I can recall, this year, I feel perfectly comfortable with the arrival of autumn. We probably won’t see too much of a color shift in the foliage until late September. For now, the hay bales will just have to do.