Field of Clouds with a Sky Full of Cotton

Pulled over on the side of the road when traveling to Georgia with my father from Alabama. For the first time ever, I picked cotton. It was a big laugh for me but for my father is was a bit more nostalgic. Contrary to what many believe, the life of cotton picking didn't end many, many years ago. In fact, I am of the first generation in my family that was not exposed to this type of labor. Glad we've come so far but not fooled into believing that we've "Arrived". I hope you enjoy the photo since none of us have to damage our hands or backs looking at the beautiful field and sky.