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I love how they wake up in the morning and face the sun in appreciation. All day they follow it across the sky. At noon they turn up to look it square in the eye. In the afternoon they bow their heads in thanks.
It's when they have soaked up all the sun and earth have to offer that they hang their heads in a final sunset. And wait. Wait for the gigantic and noisy guillotine. It's not a bad thing. They are glad to be, just be, bird and people food. A legacy of seeds will escape the header to sprout next year, and gardeners and farmers will plant more, perpetuating the circle of life.
2008 Red Convertible Travel Series
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