Rolled and Stacked
rolled and stacked
curves straightened, cut sharp
In my last blog, I told you about my trip to our local Corn maize .
It was an amazing day for its weather, peace, and autumn beauty. The venue in addition to boasting an impressive warren of sun-aged maize, also had a much smaller hay bale labyrinth. Smaller only if you are bigger or lacking in imagination. Visitors upon entering are cautioned against climbing and warned that entry is at your own risk. Like in any good tale of macabre and horror, no one minds the foreshadowing and proceeds as they will. Scaling the walls or with meditative step.
Of course, children are going to climb, scale, and trot the golden elevated way. If you should also dare, you'll probably be okay ... if you go slow. I witnessed a four-year-old do a pretty good impression of a ninja silently traipsing along the tiled rooftops of old town. The tot traversed the rounded summits of a not-so-staggering five-feet straw towers in recline. Mind you, Dad was there to catch the assassin in training should he fall.
Really, you probably won't be risking much more than a sprained ankle and earning a pretty good king of the world photo in the try.
I chose to remain on the ground and did not go were only toddles and grade-schooler fear to tread. I was not blessed with the wind and achievement of the heady heights of a hay bale, but instead some solitude and quiet. The kiddies and daddies in attendance headed for the proverbial hills, and I had the maze to myself and was able to let my imagination and senes loose. First off, it smelled amazing. A bit like a barnyard, but sans number two offerings. The compacted hay that has been rained on and alternatively baked in the sun, gives off aromas of spice, nuts, and cut grass, with just a touch of yeast. Almost like being in a bakery.
What grabbed me the most about the burnished gold bales, set against the blue sky and partially shrouded in shadow, wasn't its delicious, sweet and earthy smell; but the amazing perspectives of geometry, trigonometry, color and line on offer. Visions even Kandinsky, Pollock, and Picasso would have been awestruck by.
Everywhere I looked the architects of the maze and nature had created a temporary masterpiece. And me with my camera trying to capture it all, a greedy-eyed sojourner through the inverse tunnels.. The remarkable and somewhat melancholy aspect of this art is that it will never be seen again. Not in the same way. My camera can offer only poor replica. That said, you own visit would reveal something new and equally unique. Look for that art, Hivelanders, wherever you go, capture the beauty and the magic. Know it will never come again but there will always be more.
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The views are pretty good. When I see a place like the one in the picture it is certainly very good.
Wonderful moments in the maze! With blue sky and calming nature, life is good!