My Imagination has the prairie sky in it. A sky that is infinite, angry, luminous. In the winter time, when it is cold enough to be clear out, it will look black on B&W film. My imagination has undulating lines tracing the crops around land forms. Rivers that twist back and forth in bows. (google it). Hills that you can see in another country.
My imagination acknowledges the presence of human beings on and under this land.