When I first came out to the prairies I began to go to very old farms, with their deserted corrals and old beaten down sheds. One time I recall kneeling beside a corral to capture a picture of a shed through the boards when suddenly I could sense cattle hooves pounding in the ground. It was one of those moments when time itself seemed to open up, I could hear the sounds somewhere in my spirit. The history of the place was speaking to me! And so it was on that day that I resolved to become a prairie landscape photographer. People wonder why the images speak to them, this is partly why, it is because the prairies have spoken to me first.