The wheat field has . . . poetry; it is like a memory of something one has once seen. We can only make our picture speak. Vincent Van Gogh Poetry aside the time has come for the annual harvest. A favourite time of year for some as the fields turn from green to golden yellow. (Independent photo by Daryl Hasein)
Vol. 108 No. 34
THURSDAY, AUGUST 24, 2017
16 pages
$1.25