I had a lot of fun taking these pictures and making this video. This is a hobby for me, and it makes me very happy.
Copyright © 2008 by Preston Surface. All Rights Reserved.
I had a lot of fun taking these pictures and making this video. This is a hobby for me, and it makes me very happy.
Copyright © 2008 by Preston Surface. All Rights Reserved.

There is something about the Kansas landscapes. Kansas has many landscapes as moods and weather. I had felt these impressions nearly 20 years ago when Preston and I toured Kansas from east to west before moving here.

As a child, I had vacationed in Kansas, but that was to a town to visit relatives. Returning as an adult, the nativeness, the stark beauty, miles upon miles of prairie, many winding dirt roads, and the forever skies captured my heart.

I really do not have a favorite season in Kansas. I happen to love all the many coats of Kansas because there are seasons within seasons.

I love to stand on a high hill while the wind moans and circle to see the vastness of land all about me as the sky swallows me up. The birds sing and call. Coyotes yip. Cows softly moo in the distance. A lulling song within the Kansas Impressions.
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When I took this shot I knew the sun would hide behind the western hills soon.

I tried to capture the last rays of the sun reflecting on the barbwire. We were wearing jackets for the temperature was about 50 degrees and the evening breeze was chilly.

I just love this picture, don’t really know why. To me it is a reflection picture without water. The stones capture the last warmth of the sun as the night shadows quickly appear.

All too soon, the sky turns to orange as the sun decides to call it a night. It has done its job on this side of the globe, time to move on.

The sun leaves pulling a blanket of nightness behind it.

Goodnight sun, we’ll see you again.
Tomorrow I’ll post the video I made of “Chasing a Kansas Sunset.”
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The irises in my flower garden are finally blooming. They are a beauty to behold. Iris Visions.
To note: When my mother saw these iris photos, she wrote to tell me that this kind of iris used to be called “Indian Irises.”





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