winds.
This world is but a canvas to our imagination.
Henry David Thoreau
The wind chill was -29 degrees Celsius, -20 Farenheit. Bitterly cold and bone chilling but as we descended into the valley I couldn’t resist jumping out to capture this minimalist landscape.
The hills were reminiscent of waves and I was reminded of my times at sea. Only during winter could a prairie landscape take on the characteristics of the ocean.
Nature is amazing…make time for it.
it's (almost always) about the water... 