Out on the prairie while the winds shake the grasses and the clouds slide slowly across the horizon I found myself frequently just stopping to let it all happen around me. I could have spent days here and never been bored a moment but sadly we were forced to leave by the pressures of time, exhaustion, and anticipation of other places to see. One day I will return to this place, and watch the sun set as the wind whispers secrets through the empty windows.
So often we spend our time wondering why, but at some sleep deprived moment the world magically transforms itself and you stop asking why and simply accept that it is as it is, and that the why is unimportant. Like when you walk into an abandoned building and find a room full of antlers and skulls.
Tabula Rasa and I just got home from a week of driving across Canada, hosted by our companion Holly. It was a very intense 4 days of near constant driving with frantic shooting in between. I can only hope that I managed to capture a fraction of the magical beauty that is the northern prairie and the forgotten places scattered throughout.