Thanks guys, all were well said and completely understood and this is why I asked for CC on this, I want to get better.
If I may, and I am not sure how to put this so I do not sound like a newbie fighting back, because I do not mean it in that content at all, because THIS WAS A STAGED PHOTO, but in my town, you actually see big round bales and old bicycles a lot because of the huge Amish Colony here. They pay use regular farmers to put up their hay for them and seldom use horses for farming much...a far cry from what I thought they would be when they moved here. BUT, if people look at this photo who are not from here and do not know that, then well they get the same idea as you...these things just do not belong!
As for the Amish, they are weird neighbors to have for sure, but I suppose considering the alternatives of say gun toting, drug dealing, gang prone neighbors that some people might have, well the Amish neighbors of mine aren't all that bad really. Sure I have to dodge horse poo in the road everyday, and there is the occasional blinking red bicycle light after dark that you suddenly have to swerve for so you don't end up with an Amish woman as a white hood ordainment on your car, and of course the severe threats given to my three daughters about crossing over the rock wall and having the possibility of festooning a horse drawn carriage with "Just Married" paraphernalia on it while her Amish husband totes her away...besides those almost unbearable things, they aren't too bad to have for neighbors.
(As a side note, it was actually funny when they first came here as they learned pretty quickly about us, the farmers that have been here for a few generations (for me, I am a 10th generational farmer here, this farm being in existence since 1746). Anyway, as I said, the Amish borrow a lot of tractors from us traditional farmers and one October when it was really warm for Maine Standards, they were out haying. Well the tractor they borrowed had a problem with the transmission and something broke. The Amish driver went down over the hill, crashed through a rock wall, went out into a swamp and then hit a tree, literally snapping the tractor in half.
So as the Amish do when they feel they might be threatened, they gather in a group, went and got on their Sunday best and went and saw the farmer. Standing on his stoop they swore, "as we speak, we are getting teams of horses together and going to get your tractor out of the swamp and just as soon as we get the parts, will get your tractor fixed."
The Old Maine farmer looked at them with an inquisitive grin. "Now boys, that tractor isn't going anywhere, what you need to do is borrow my other tractor and finish up your haying. We can fix that tractor this winter."
The Amish were shocked that he would simply let them use his other tractors and later said they moved to the right area. Such as it is here. We all get along, and just like in the photography world, if you can help out a struggling neighbor, you really should because you never know when you might need a little help. So thanks for the help on making my photos better.