It seems that the chances of finding a good shot improve once my tires leave the pavement. This day was extremely warm, at the end of August, just as everyone is starting to harvest their wheat. While the tourists pack into Glacier Park and Yellowstone, both just a few hours from where I live, I have always loved finding myself alone in one of these wide open fields, as a storm rolls in and the wind picks up, swaying the wheat around me. The air is magical and energized by storms. The colors are incredible in the summer and I love to find the combinations that I haven't seen before.