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... 
You’re telling me that’s not sea? Wow!
As usual, you were eye-available to find this mesmerising scene, and skilled enough to capture it the right way. Beautiful!