Sunday Feb 27th along the Canadian border and I'm within range of my U.S. cousins, barely a whisker from the three distinct shapely buttes of Montana's Sweet Grass Hills popping up in the distance. Today, it feels like we're breathing the same air. An exchange of sorts.
It's eerie quiet, I can hear my heart beating, a nearby gas compressor station reminding a sign of life. The Range/Township gravel roads are heavily drifted and deep in areas, caution always needed. The light is fading and slipping across the horizon, a vague sunset barely announcing the close of another day. The carpet of snow is crisp and supports a full body weight.
This ramshackle 20th century skeleton homestead house is THE Alberta prairie symbol, you'll find them many places, held together by sheer determination considering the area is notorious for winds.
"The Sweet Grass Hills are notoriously windy. The combination of lying on the east side of the Continental Divide and their elevation can really make them a very windy place. All the more so since there is absolutely nothing to block the wind except for the occasional barbed wire fence. During the winter, this area is also very cold - even without the wind chill."
To the left is a small wooden cross marking an undistinguished grave. I only leave my footsteps in the snow, nothing changed from the way I've found this icon. Yet somehow with each visit and adventure to these broad and flat prairies, my visual senses are forever expanded.....the metaphor of photography undeniably changes ME.
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*Textures courtesy of Skeletal Mess and Cathairstudios
**Birds courtesy of GoldenRules2
***Please view LARGE for extra detail