This same windmill was posted last night during that mighty fine full moon. While waiting for the moonrise, I made use of my time simply observing light …. where it falls and how it falls, or rises. That windmill was (and still is) a good test subject. In the opening photo, for instance, the sun’s rays bathed everything in shades of red, gold, yellow and orange, all coming together nicely. Then, on the other side of the windmill, from an intersecting road, I watched the corn flutter for a few minutes. After a brief spell, the western sky morphed into yet another hue. If you pay attention, nature will lead you along a nice path. Not always, perhaps, but enough.