It was cold morning, humid but lovely. On that day, I got a chance to walk through the rice field of a village. I was quite ready to observe the old-fashioned planting the rice seed. It was not strange as when I was little kid, I used to see this activity that was mostly done by women. They worked in this field to find a good life or at least, the wage is enough for some days. I walked around, and sneaked the way they planted the seed. That was the awesome moment where I recognize the absence of the noise and distraction of the polluted city. Here, I would like to present some photos of the Potraits of Traditional Rice Farmers that I took couple days ago in Keude Krung Buloh Blang Ara, Aceh Utara, Aceh Indonesia
The farmers are walking home after they planted the
seed.
A farmer is throwing a bounce of seed to the seedbed
The farmers are transplanting the seed, the transplanting itself is done when pre-germinated seedlings are transferred from a seedbed to the wet field.
Rice is life and a truly mother of nature that support our daily need. It is adopted the ancient system of cultivation which connects the farmers to the land. They are living in tune with the gentle rhythms and cycles of water, planting, harvesting through the certain period.