Straxler Capturing Life's Unscripted Moments.

The March of Time on Dry Fields

This small, old roof is a silent witness. Under the cloudy sky, this hut stands, waiting. Not for the farmers who harvest their crops, but for a break from the work. The harvest season is over. The golden rice that once covered the field is now just a pile of dry straw. The field is waiting. Waiting for the last drops of rain to fall, before the tractors return to till the soil, planting new hopes on the same land.