Under the prairie sky

Drove to the open field at 11 today along the first street north. Setting up my easel right in the field to paint this panoramic view of the fresh hay bales stretching as fas as the eye can see with large looming clouds gathering above brooding with storm . It is so mesmerizing to paint there in the midst of such an open space surrounded by absolute silence broken only by the faint muffled traffic in the distance moving towards north hills, and the droning chorus of the crickets in the field.