Taken after an afternoon picking rye in Greg's wheat crop. Rye contaminates the wheat and the only way to get rid of it is to pull it out by hand.

Twelve of us spaced ourselves out in a line and walked from one fence to another ripping it out and putting it in a sack. The block was 1 square mile so it involved a lot of walking. Greg would drive his pick-up around the boundary fence to meet us at each end to give us a water or a beer and then we'd turn around and walk back.

Sweating profusely, covered in red dust, hands bleeding, this was one of many tasks that I should have resented, but loved every minute - I was waste deep in a wheat field in the heart of the mid-west at sunset.