Fields of Gold
My family are 5th generation farmers in Montana. And no matter
what crops my Father decided to grow each year, you could always
count on at least a few hay fields. Growing up I would walk countless
steps to help turn the square bales as they dried and were prepped to
be picked. While the shape of the bales (and manner of collecting them)
has changed my enjoyment of walking out in the stubble of a golden field remains.
Designed and created by Monique Kleinhans