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Purple, by the Hectare
A lavender field is what happens when agriculture accidentally commits art.
Farming is not supposed to look like this. Crops are planted for yield, not composition — and yet lavender rows converge on the horizon with the discipline of a perspective drawing, in a colour that exists nowhere else at this scale.
The photographs here were taken in the weeks when the purple peaks, mostly at the soft ends of the day. One or two include the lone tree that every great lavender field seems contractually required to have.
Colour psychology makes big claims about purple — calm, focus, sleep. We promise nothing except that this particular purple, stretched to the horizon, is very hard to be annoyed in front of.
