Nothing says ‘Spring’ to me more than a lovely field of wild mustard. I’m looking forward to driving to Santa Rosa this weekend for my Mom’s 97th birthday party because Highway 12 cuts through the expansive fields of wild mustard that characterize Napa and Sonoma this time of year. I was planning to stop along the way and photograph the mustard fields but when I noticed a small swath of wild mustard on the side of the road about a half mile from my house, I couldn’t resist stopping, especially because it is the first day of Spring. I parked at the church on the corner, walked across the street and up into the field of mustard. I was surrounded by honeybees and wild mustard. What a lovely sight.
24-70mm lens at 70mm, f/9, 1/200, ISO 100.
