I have very mixed emotions about Photographing the workers who pick the fields around my village. I am captivated by the color they bring to the fields and am concerned for their living conditions. A few times now I have wandered up and started a conversation only to be made VERY uncomfortable by what I can only guess is the German foremen on the job. Perhaps they fear I am from the German workers union or something. Anyway, as much as I love to capture these bucolic scenes I fear I am objectifying them.
Many do not speak German and certainly not English, so our communications are through gestures and stammeringly painful German. A smile being an international language.
We were out back in the fields photographing the fields of poppies when we came upon this group of hard working men, picking the days spargel, (white asparagus). They kindly permitted me to take a few photos…I showed great restraint and left them to their labors. I could easily have spent the morning shooting all the many details, but I have to know to respect them and their work. Clover and I wandered off smiling…leaving them in peace.