Finca – farm – house in Vinales, Cuba
It was at this farm that we were offered a demonstration of cigar rolling. …and a look into a near empty drying barn. Inside I was taken by this unused outdoor chair in what I came to think of as the national colour of Cuba – a soft blue green.
Inside a mostly-empty tobacco drying barn.
We then walked for a while to another farm where hand harvesting was taking place – see this post. And then we ended up at this friendly enterprise, where one of my colleagues befriended and photographed an Agouti.
A refreshment stand and small patio on a tobacco farm in Vinales, Cuba
Somewhere in our walk I encountered this pack of trail horses – an important business for ferrying tourists through the countryside.
Tobacco patterns, Vinales, Cuba – 1/15 sec at f 2.8
In the same drying shed as the previous Cuban posts, there were leaves at various stages. And I was out of the workers’ way when photographing them. All pictures taken with a Pentax K5 and a Pentax 50 mm f 1.4 prime lens.
Almost dry, Vinales, Cuba 1/30 second at f 2.8
View from below, Vinales, Cuba 1/30 sec at f 2.8
Vinales, Cuba 1/250 sec at f 1.4
I could have spent half a day taking photos of the patterns created by the hanging tobacco in the barns. Today’s post shows leaves that are still – mostly – green. Next week I intend to post the leaves that have turned brown.
After the tobacco leaves are cut and tied to poles (see my post of a week ago) they are brought into tobacco drying barns and stored.
Tiny tobacco seeds, climate, care and organic agriculture yield these perfect looking fields of tobacco.
Photos taken in mid-February 2016. I believe they may grow more than one crop per year, but probably rotate what crop is in what field.
The Confederation Trail has markings every kilometre, the occasional bench or picnic table, and purple (!) gates where it crosses major roads (to keep out motorized vehicles.)
There are signs of agricultural life everywhere.
Farmland and a conifer tree line.
It used to be common for farmers and others to dump derelict vehicles at the back of their properties. This faded red truck has never been retrieved, though there was an extensive program to recycle vehicles during the last quarter of the last century (gee it seems weird saying that!)
You don’t want to know what other common practice was evident in the pile on the left of this picture…at Kilometre 17.
These apples are not a sign of agricultural life, so much as a sign of how many apples the train crews must have eaten, throwing the cores out the windows. There are wild apple trees everywhere along all parts of the Confederation Trail.
Wild apple trees abound beside the trail.