Dear Friends and Family,
I send this letter to you from eastern Manitoba on the southern shores of Lake Winnipeg, this area called New Iceland. It is cold and rainy and windy, the lake the color of mud-washed slate, an oceanic horizon extending without end. I galloped across the northern Great Plains from Banff National Park since I last wrote you, not stopping for images, not stopping much at all, just driving, my eyes entranced across undulations of prairie.
You could say I have been chasing the change of seasons. And you would not be wrong. But the changes seem to be outpacing me. . . .
Where go I?
I have imagined exploring the Northern reaches of the Great Lakes as I continue to move east. I may need to turn south. The days ahead will tell.
Inspired.
Your reflections on September’s theme about mine-ing and what you shared of last week’s images have brought new meaning to Beyond the Comfort Zone. I look forward to your words and I reflect on them, at times at some length before I re…