Colours here are still the muted tones I associate with winter. To be fair, they’re perhaps the signs of immature spring.
This photo, taken from the top of a knoll (though who knows, people from around here likely have a better word for such a feature) reveals some of the wild undulations in this far-from-flat landscape of the Qu’Appelle Valley.
Toward the right of the photo, there’s a rock labyrinth – a good place to meditate and to leave the broken parts of oneself behind.
The heart of the labyrinth (pictured below) is the spot where many others have left rocks or other tokens. The rained-on, yet still whole cigarette makes me speculate, did someone walk the labyrinth with the goal of leaving behind their unhealthiest habit? If so, I hope they succeeded.