Grasshopper

A bit of a strange day. Embarked on my own for a several-days trip to Yellowstone. Stopped in Nevada City and Quake Lake. Took some of the best photographs of my life today (not this one, obviously) which are still very meaningful to me now 4 years later. This was in a cemetary, somewhere in Montana, and as I drove up the dirt track hundreds and hundreds of grasshoppers would fly and jump in all directions to get away from the car. This one landed on the windshield.