I wanted all of you who think that wheat is only grown in the flat, that tractors and combines can never climb hills will see what is possible in this place I call my childhood home. Not only possible but beautiful, because to me, it is. As beautiful as creation always is.
To be fair, next week one day (if the day itself is fair) I'll wander around my adult hometown and take some pictures of a different beauty. A lush and varied one, with water and trees and mountains and city noise. It'll be worth the journey. See you there.