Having grown up on a farm, i find myself taken back in time by scenes such as these. I also find myself “taken” in general by the beauty of fields that have been tilled, ploughed, disked or freshly planted. The lines and shadows created by the farmer and his implements are truly works of art.
In addition to appreciating this unique beauty for its own sake, I appreciate the idea of “furrows” and the symbolism they portray. Who among us hasn’t felt the breaking of our hearts by life’s implements of loss, disappointment, grief, or pain. And who among us has not seen “new life” emerge when we have entrusted ourselves to the master husbandman.