1,000 Words: Crop Duster
There were always people coming and going from the dairy. Trucks were pulling in and out of the place on a regular basis all day long. It was routine and most of them came and went without much notice. (At least, not much notice from me. Leroy and his parents knew who and why every single vehicle was on the place.) I did however, notice when the crop duster was there. It didn't happen on a regular basis, but whenever I'd realize they were flying over our place, I always made a point to stop and watch. On this particular day, I grabbed my camera and tried to get some shots. The sky was brilliant blue and the trace of white clouds made for a perfect back drop to highlight the bright yellow plane. I shot a lot of photos that day, but this was my favorite.