Photojournalists are at the mercy of the timing of the world. We can't control the circumstances we are given. And very often that means we are the mercy of the weather. I was tasked with photographing wind farms near Salina, Ks. for the New York Times on a very raining week in the summer. Rain was in the forecast everyday that I had available. I waited for the clearest patch of time I could find and hit the road. As I arrived, the forecast changed and the rain stayed. I spent two days hoping for a break in the weather and photographed the turbines in the conditions that nature provided.
