It could, of course, be a wheat field anywhere. In reality, it doesn’t matter where this photograph was taken. I just drove out into the country in search of the sunset, some clean air, and the kind of stillness only the countryside can offer.
Nearby a giant sprinkler was rhythmically spraying another crop, and the sounds of birdsong mingled in the air with a distant plane. My footsteps crunched the wheat as I waded through the field of gold while looking out toward the retreating sun.
I could have been anywhere, of course, but that’s not the point, is it? The point is, I was right there.