As the hot, late-summer sun sinks low in the west, the blistering day gives way to a cool blue cloud rising above the treetops. Soon, rain will soak the thirsty landscape. Beneath the open expanses of a cloud-drenched prairie sky, the dark tree line dwindles in size, reminding human beings of their own small stature.
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Look into the deceptively calm eyes of a charging bison as she flees a raging prairie fire. Tails swishing, the herd behind her jumps scrubby native plums. The lightning-fed cleansing of the grasslands races across the prairie
For centuries, the Great Plains knew only the season changes, fire, and the hooves of the thunder beasts.
Photo Credit: Zane Richter
Matthew and Tom Weatherford often work in the Paint Creek area of the Smoky Hills, a site only four miles north of Matthew's studio. Sunset bathes the hilltop vistas in warm, hazy light. Along the creek, hidden pockets of bottomland sprout Tallgrass and native wild flowers. Late summer until the first frost, different flower species alternate in glorious bloom. As the sun dips low, turkeys flap loudly into treetops to roost.