I was born on the west coast of BC, surrounded by mountains in a rural area. We had late sunrises and early sunsets. Not much changed for weather, it was very rainy in the winter, or hot and humid in the summer. I will say the autumn was gorgeous. Farms in my area were several per country block, and mostly dairy and some corn. You could stand in one spot and see three or four farms.
When I moved into Alberta for work I was introduced to a new world entirely. It took two months for my skin to stop cracking in the drier climate, but after that I began noticing the landscape. Farms were far far apart, you could only see part of one from one spot. Simply standing in a field of grain was entirely new to me, waving heads of grain as far as I could see. I recall my first experience standing on an outcropping looking over field upon field, with my camera and stunned by the sight. The farmer drove by and must have noticed my license plate and grinned. They know what they have, it is special.
So, as a claustrophobic west-coast country boy I am now bound to represent the vast grandeur of this land in my photography. My thought always is: how can I involve the viewer in the experience of my image, and feel the way I feel? How can I cause them to sense that they are really there, where I am standing amazed at prairie nature? That is always my first thought and my last thought, as I collate my images, print them, frame them in the best way I know how.