And today nature and imagination merged into one joyful union as I returned to the prairies.
Not long after leaving Kenora and the magnificent Lake of the Woods I found myself watching the landscape slowly unfold itself to become the glorious carpet of gold that I grew up in. They say the landscape you are born in is the landscape of your soul.
The setting sun (which was directly in my eyes) turned the colors rich and golden with its last light. The textures and shadows that this light brought out was like a rich tapestry. I could see a whole series of very textured and golden paintings from these "sketches".