A scene I seem to never grow tired of viewing. The vast open prairies, the rolling landscape of the Flint Hills. A vast mountain view, no. The grandeur of a Yellowstone or Yosemite, to some no. The prairie, the land that could almost be described as forgotten. Rarely if ever seen in the many national photography magazines or publications. But a land of true history and vital importance to our world. Thank goodness for the Flint Hills of Kansas, and the prairies of our world.
A note of a post or posts I will be making on Intimate Landscapes in the following days inspired by a recent post of a very well known photographer.