Some years ago, I remember driving back from Wichita to Kansas City through the Flint Hills north of Wichita just as the sun slipped quietly below the horizon. They were burning the prairie, and for as far as you could see there was a thin ribbon of fire scorching the earth. Golden yellow grass laid in front, burnt black fields were left behind. This burning helps control invasive species plants, and helps native grass grow back stronger. Ever since I witnessed the beauty of this, I have wanted to capture this for myself. A few weeks back I was able to to join a burn of some pasture land, near where I witnessed that iconic scene that was seared into my mind so many years ago. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did getting to follow along and document the day. I can still smell the smoke in my nose.

A huge thank you to Carey Andy Scott for making this possible.