Suffering for my art

Towards the end of this year's American Road trip, we found ourselves in Springville, Utah.  We'd driven to Walmart to grab some supplies for something or another.  Across the road was a nice mountain with a pleasant little strip of town in front and a field of what looked like watermelons in the foreground.

Stepping in to take a couple of shots my feet suddenly felt as if they were being poked my a thousand needles because they were.  So sharp were the burrs from what turned out not to be watermelons that they poked through the soles of my shoes.

Sometimes you have to go through some pain for a nice shot.