'Across its empty miles pours the pushing and shouldering wind, a thing you tighten into as a trout tightens into fast water.  It is a grassy, clean, exciting wind, with the smell of distance in it, and in its search for whatever it is looking for, it turns over every wheat blade and head, every pale primrose, even the ground-hugging grass.  It blows yellow-headed blackbirds and hawks and prairie sparrows around the air and ruffles the short tails of meadowlarks on fence posts.  In collaboration with the light, it makes lovely and changeful what might otherwise be characterless.'

Wolf Willow

Nikon FE2, 50mm