I got to spend most of the day yesterday (Saturday) in the flint hills. My expectations this time of year are high and I have to say I wasn’t disappointed. More from the day time part of that trip to come soon.
I was out until after sunset and had about an hours drive back home. The daytime air was filled with the sights and smells of burning prairies. Maybe it’s just from being born and raised in eastern Kansas but to me, it doesn’t get much better. A removal of the past and rejuvenation of the present and year to come.
One my way back to Topeka, approximately 20 miles east of Manhattan right along the south side of I-70 the lands and sky lite in an array of fire paths for almost as far as the eye could see. Enough for me to realize there was now way I was passing this by without yet another stop.
It was an hour after sunset, dark skies no real detail to be made out, just the paths of the fire walkers. I managed to find a spot to pull of the highway and as luck had it right where this pond set. Helping to provide some more light in the darkening night I snapped off a dozen or so shots before scampering back across the busy highway and heading on down the road.