The Hay Plains, hot, dry, flat and almost featureless. I pulled up at that irrigation dam for a photo, I’ve driven past so many times and always wondered what it looked like behind the dam walls. On the way I caught up with the east coast cloud band, who knows when I will see my next sunny day, hopefullyit won’t be too long.
That wheat field photo in the gallery has become a bit of a tradition for me. I have stopped to photograph as I pass every time in the last 10 to 15 years. It doesn’t change except for the season.