the soaking sun,
the windy rain,
the still solitude, the joyful merging
of a myriad of living things into a buzzing,
.. .. .. .. .. .ah, the Konza Prairie wildly
necklaced about* by the rich Flint Hills is the place for me...
The Flint Hills and the Konza Prairie, as they butt up against the Osage Questas to the east, are truly magnificent in displays of nature's extreme cycles, from a rich, even lush biodiversity to the frosty, transparent aura of the cracked, ancient rock atop the plateaus...
Periodic starkness brings into high relief the vibrating elements of presence, entanglement, and life.
|Goose in Flint Hills' Winter by M.K. Todd|
|Bee on Sunflower by M.K.Todd|
|Beautiful Morning Moon by Matt Flintstone|