With as much rain as we’ve had recently (it’s raining as I write tonight), I don’t have good feelings about the fields of unpicked cotton I’m seeing around the prairie. As long as it’s out there, in whatever condition, I’ll document it. The first couple are fields a little outside Granger. The last two include the old hand shack I visit quite a lot. The last two are the same image, but one’s presented in black-and-white, just for the heck of it.