I know the traditional time to go to the Palouse to photograph the famous rolling hills of wheat is in the early summer, when it’s green and lush.

So, naturally I went in September*, when it was brown and dusty. (In that way, it reminded me of home.) I liked seeing the patterns in the fields and the distant columns of dust rising from a harvesting operation.

near Farmington, Washington
photographed 9.3.2020

*I didn’t just wind up there in September: I went then on purpose.