During high school, I was part of the plant identification team, and I became fond of bluestem grass. As funny as this sounds, bluestem always seemed like a graceful organism to me, much like the gracefulness of a willow tree. It flows along with the wind in such a way that it seems like a flock of synchronized birds moving together in the sky. At the right time of year (and at the right time of day, evening in this case), bluestem will exhibit colors a photographer salivates to capture, and when the sun is just about to go below the horizon, this particular field of bluestem threw off the brightest pink I’d ever seen in grass. A lot of grasses in West Texas are golden in nature, so this was a treat!

Shots like this remind me of images from one of my influences, Jim Richardson. Particularly, his work in the Kansas Flint Hills, which serves as a testament of the beauty seen in the calm flowing terrain of the plains!