Taken while flying over Alberta, on the way to a stop in Calgary.
This was such a crisp day. I'd been told by an Albertan friend about a certain quality of light special to this place--I think a clarity that is somehow difficult to find in other places--and upon seeing it I understood that here the emptiness and coldness changes the light, lets it loose somehow, allows it to be drunk in or absorbed like pure oxygen. Every thing seemed oddly clear, as if drawn by outline and filled in with ink, or shot by 8x10 view camera where the film sees more than the human eye. Viewed from overhead, I thought these fields looked like a Japanese garden or perhaps a scientific sample box, the careful shapes lying totally flat, scratched or poured into their place.
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