I came to Colorado for the Rockies rising powerfully off the prairie and capped in white much of the year. I love to hike as well as sit listening to wildlife moving amongst the trees or along cliff ledges. Thus, I often hike alone. Curiously, though, as the years have passed it’s the prairie that draws me most. I love the openness and the huge skies. Rolling vistas, beautiful grasses and skeletal tumble weeds. I can meditate for sometime on the waves of tall grasses moving as a great ocean to prairie winds. Driving along an interstate or passing a field you know well on your way to work can leave you thinking its all the same. Nothing new there. You have to spend time in fields and prairie land to discover their subtler beauty. Mountains are easy. They’re grand and spectacular in their sweeping majesty. They are beauty without effort and I’ve discovered, as a result, there’s no effort from me in that. No growth. No push in my vision to see more. The prairie pushes my understanding of what beauty is. It asks me to work for it. It demands I look more closely.
9 thoughts on “Prairie: Series I”
Thank you, my friend.
Such beautiful images, truly stunning and take my breath away.
Blessings, my friend and the warmest holiday wishes.
My first walk in a prairie is still vivid in my mind. That’s what got me started restoring the prairie on our property tho with minimal success. Reminds me that I haven’t been to a prairie in several years. Springtime here I come!
Absolutely gorgeous images!
Thank you, my friend. Coming from you, quite the compliment. Merriest of Holidays to you and yours.
Nice images! Inspiring. 🙂
Coming from you, my friend, is quite the compliment. Thank you.