I had gone that day with a friend to photograph in the Flint Hills and one of my goals was to do macro shots of wildflowers in an area I’d scouted previously. Wind had other plans for me and the flowers would simply not stay still long enough to get a sharp image. I was growing very frustrated but then Spirit got my attention and asked me to rethink what I was trying to do. With that in mind I changed my direction and started photographing Wind as expressed in the movement of the flowers, whose movement now became my ally. I was not keeping field notes that day and so I have no clear idea of who many exposures actually went into this image, the only really successful one to come out of several hours work. No matter, this one image made the entire trip worthwhile.