There is drama in an ordinary hay field. Dark clouds form in the distance. Meanwhile, the sun is still shining through.

I captured this scene beside my studio a few years ago before shrubs and wild brambly roses took over. It has a new wild beauty now.

The wind begun to rock the grass
With threatening tunes and low,
He flung a menace at the earth,
A menace at the sky.

Emily Dickinson (1830–1886)