“Trees were so rare in that country, and they had to make such a hard fight to grow, 

that we used to feel anxious about them, and visit them as if they were persons.” 

from My Antonia

 by Willa Cather

My latest photos are from a trip to visit our friends that live in Southern 

Alberta. They live in the true prairie in an area fringed by the nearby 

Drumheller Badlands. And while I love the Aspen Parkland where we 

have built our cabin among the sloughs and the poplars. I will always

 love watching the movement of the clouds, the wind, the shadows,  

the seasons and the migrations that move across the endless sky and 

the vast fields of the open prairie. These photo stem from 

a trip to explore a road cut on the edge of the Badlands.

I am bound to the earth by a web of stories,

just as I am bound to the creation by the very substance and

rhythms of my flesh. By keeping the stories fresh, I keep the places

themselves alive in my imagination. Living in me, borne in mind, these

places make up the landscape on which I stand with familiiarity and 

pleasure, the landscape over which I walk even when my feet are still."

 from Telling the Holy

    by Scott Russell Saunders