Last night...

Dinner to the field we call Webber's. My view out the driver's window looking to the southwest.

Waiting, and then over the top of a hill, Daddy.

Marie and I's picnic view after riding in the combine.

Because strawberry yogurt tastes best eaten on roads in the middle of nowhere...

Rain comes... inconvenient timing, work stops. Still enough sun...

Wet, dust washing off.

Helping that Daddy...

Grain off combine, rain comes down, sun shines on...

Looking west, storm's passing over now.

Looking east, such things!

And diapers changed...

To the northwest Nebraska elevator, half cut field of wheat. Ready to go home again. Too wet to cut wheat, to late to play. Tired. Baths.

East...