The yellow Canola is brilliant and draws me over. I know the camera is in my back pocket and I go, looking for the right window, the frame within which I will attempt to capture the right amount of blue and the right amount of yellow. The yellow Canola is up past my knees already so I move into the field only a few steps.
I snap three shots, each with varying amounts of sky. I know I could stand there and keep taking shots of this field. But for today I am disciplined and turn off the camera, tucking it back in my pocket and head back to where I was first going. My office.