There is a song, often performed by the Durban Men's Choir, about the green, green hills of Natal, and I’m certain that it must have been written after passing through these parts of the Midlands. In spite of the prevalent golden grasslands of Natal’s winter there are tracts of land under cultivated rye grass – courtesy of local livestock farmers - which remain the most verdant green despite the recent frosts which have hit the countryside. Combined with the baled hay from fields harvested over the past few months, local cattle are assured of a varied and healthy winter diet.
I have cropped this shot to assume a widescreen ratio aspect – which works well for panoramic landscapes. With the foreground green of the pine tree saplings only the outlined winter deciduous trees on the horizon give any inkling of the time of year.
I have cropped this shot to assume a widescreen ratio aspect – which works well for panoramic landscapes. With the foreground green of the pine tree saplings only the outlined winter deciduous trees on the horizon give any inkling of the time of year.
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