I wasn't the only one.
A small orange car coming toward me pulled off the road about a quarter mile away. A woman got out from the driver's side, opened the back seat door, grabbed a camera and went running to the edge of the field and started taking pictures. She turned back toward the car, said something, turned back toward the flowers, and then ran alongside the field, deeper onto the farmer's property.
I finished photographing those fields and planned on heading further east when I happened to watch a truck go up a side road north. I saw more color and followed. As I parked, another car came from the opposite direction, stopped, and a hand with a camera popped out of the passenger side window.
Again capturing the panoramas and angles I could from the road, I headed back to the main road. Next to the first fields, two young women had a camera mounted on a tripod. One set the timer and rushed back to hug her friend, a field of pinks as their backdrop.