I found Renderosity late on in 2003 and have since become an avid viewer of the tremendous talent on display. My contribution is just pictures I've drawn, daft sketches, favorite photos (mostly of landscapes and mountain days out) and comments and laughs with other members. Thanks to all at Renderosity and to people who contribute some amazing images and ideas.
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Comments (9)
LostPatrol
Almost looks like a by gone times image, excellent compo, wonderful scene.
Zacko
That is one nice looking photo!!! Seeing those haystacks makes me long for summer even more...sighes...Looks amazing! Well done!!!
Tedz
How brave You are to throw Yourself in front of these Giant Runaway Cotton Reels for a beat Pic...aye!
Punaguy
That's something I don't see everyday! Wonderful POV on this, must be tough work loading them up on a truck...Well done!
sharky_
Very unusual Haystack. Maybe its easier to move around? Excellent shot. Aloha
Egmont
Reminds me of paintings by Monet and other French Impressionists. Nice photo here with a wonderful POV. V
addiek
Looks like they weight a ton... lotsa good fodder
sossy
very contrastful and breathtaking scene! be in love with the beautiful trees! ;o)
jgkane
I was sure that I had commented on this one, Anthony. Must have hit the wrong button. As a child, I helped out in the harvesting of the fields around my Gran's. The whole family from about 5 years up helped. If the weather was good, the weans got the day off school to build the hay into haystacks ( none of your mechanically rolled and plastic covered stuff in those days! ). Indeed the old neighbouring farm still had a hay wain. It was so wide that they had to take away the fence posts to get it into one of the fields. I well remember being up with the dawn, reading voraciously, and looking out over a harvested field, trying to pick out the well camouflagued corncrake, as it made its cry among the stalks. Regards, John.