Traditionally in the village of Mokri Lug (by the way: Mokri lug would mean Wet ashes in translation although it is a waterless village in which the population is supplied with rainwater) to save themselves from oblivion former way of life, mowing days are held at the beginning of July. This year, about 30 mowers took part.

The oldest reaper, Mirko Vuković, was one of four generations of his family. I tried to show the entire flow of mowing. Of course, some wanted me to photograph them.

At the end, a well-deserved feast and socializing awaits them.