As the afternoon thunderstorm approaches, this noble king of the plains gets his fill of sweet summer grass. No notice or care given to what mother nature has in store. You can almost see the ear twitch as a fly lands and hear the low grunt as the bull calls to one of his ladies.
The light is again another spot on hit by Nancy. When the storms approach or pass, the sun has a brilliance about it that is sometimes indescribable. The only way to really get it is to paint it or snap a picture.