While staying in Connecticut for a couple of months, I rented a small cabin outside of the town of Middlefield. This field of grasses was near the cabins and I drove past it several times each day.

As the grasses grew up and began to bloom, I watched and waited. One night there was a big thunderstorm which passed through the area, pounding the area with rain and shaking the buildings–breaking up the high humidity which had filled the region for many days.

I awoke the next morning to find the air calm and refreshing, with low-lying fog blanketing the area. I knew that conditions were right for an extraordinary photograph and I loaded the equipment in the car and set out to see what I could find.

I didn’t get far–almost just outside the door I came to this glorious field. In the night, the wind and rain had blown the tall grasses in different directions, as the storm had passed through.

The grasses were still wet with the fresh raindrops and the sun was just beginning to burn through the fog. I worked quickly, so as to not lose the "golden opportunity" of these special conditions, when the world comes alive with this very special and rare morning light.

In the print, the grasses seem to come alive, and to be made more of spun gold and sunlight than of seeds and straw.