The foothills are oddly schizophrenic. Settled prairie in some moods, mountains in others, depending on weather, depending on time of day, depending on the emotional state of the viewer. The foothills after a snow, as a chinook starts to move in. Cold and warm at the same time. Unsettled. Unsettling. Settled, colonized but still wild enough to remind you that you're mortal, that the land will go on without you.
And now finally all 8 in the series are up. I hope you enjoyed these photos. If you're interested in purchasing physical copies of one or all of them, follow the "Contact" link on the left and let me know.
As we now start the long climb out of this winter, remember to stop every now and then and look around - just don't freeze.