Every once in awhile BW gets lazy and posts uninspired, boring pics of hay bales out in the country on his travel blog.
Years ago I was up in Grande Prairie on the 7th floor of the Cheapskate Hotel on the edge of town. I got to watch a storm like this come rolling across the prairie, and it was the most inspiring thing I ever saw. I opened the windows and the wind blew the smell of the fields into my tiny hotel room.
And then the rain began to fall.