We'd been trying to get together all week--a new friend and I--for some pictures of her family in the sunflowers.
Then Farmer Ted posted that the field was going downhill quickly, so we each got our respective ducks in a row and made it happen that very night.
It was a good thing. Just as we were starting, a patch of dark storm clouds started to roll in.
The lightening held out until we were finished, but only just. The drive home was a beautiful show.
With the wind, rain, and hail, there apparently wasn't much left of the field by the next day.
This is part of what I love about this field of sunflowers. There's not much planning that's even possible. Not much, "I'll see when I can pencil them in." You have to stop and celebrate them exactly when the flowers tell you to or not at all.