Far From the Madding Crowd
"How Green Was My Valley" (1939) by Richard Llewellyn was the first novel that came to mind with this scene in the Pyengana Valley. But in the end I decided on the title on another classic that summed up my mood. Thomas Hardy's "Far From the Madding Crowd" (1874) dates almost exactly to the time Pyengana was settled by George and Margaret Cotton in 1875!
Hardy's phrase sums up the desire to get as far away from crowded cities as possible, and just 125 people live in this valley. But as I've said before, cities are where the madness of modernity lies. www.flickr.com/photos/luminosity7/51203329186/in/album-72...
At the end of a day in the paddocks grazing, these cows have come in for their milking. The pattern of life is regular as clockwork, but deeply in tune with the natural order of things.
Far From the Madding Crowd
"How Green Was My Valley" (1939) by Richard Llewellyn was the first novel that came to mind with this scene in the Pyengana Valley. But in the end I decided on the title on another classic that summed up my mood. Thomas Hardy's "Far From the Madding Crowd" (1874) dates almost exactly to the time Pyengana was settled by George and Margaret Cotton in 1875!
Hardy's phrase sums up the desire to get as far away from crowded cities as possible, and just 125 people live in this valley. But as I've said before, cities are where the madness of modernity lies. www.flickr.com/photos/luminosity7/51203329186/in/album-72...
At the end of a day in the paddocks grazing, these cows have come in for their milking. The pattern of life is regular as clockwork, but deeply in tune with the natural order of things.