Spring Break was last week and I was busy shooting portraits. I was on a farm for one of the sessions and looked up to see this:
I love gravel roads and barns and telephone poles. I love the sugary color of winter and spring sunsets. But what this picture doesn't show is how warm it was. How (even though it looks dark) everything was lit in that sweet final golden light. And the toads were singing in the fields - just the first haunting trill carried on the wind. I love that. On evenings like this, forget about Paris or New York or Africa. On evenings like this, home is the only place I want to be.
Well played, Kansas.