A beautiful prairie stream in early summer.
I love the stark clean lines of the winter prairie.
The black lace of bare trees spread before a glowing sunrise and sunset is a daily reward for living in Kansas.
The harmonic rise of hills is a silent melody I have always loved.
Sorting through photos recalls the greening landscape of spring.
As beautiful as winter is, the cold wears on the spirit and spring is always welcome.
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