I am always disappointed that my photos aren't as good as Chuck's. But when I look at this, I can still remember how wet it was, how active all the bugs were, what an amazing number of grasshoppers and butterflies were out, how vivid the ironweed and the sunflowers were. The light was amazing. The crickets were chirping. Everything alive seemed happy that the sun had come out that Sunday afternoon. It was a great time on the prairie. Sometimes, photos are primarily for remembering.