It's bitterly cold on this side of the fence with snow laying carpet like on the ground and the air biting chillingly at our ears and nose. But out there beyond, over the pickets lies another landscape altogether. Vast and expansive the wide brown plain appears desert like confusing the senses, baron and dry from here to the rocky mountain escarpment standing on the far horizon.
In scattered piles the frozen snow has escaped over the fence and lays silently out there on the dusty plain. A contradiction to our eyes, does this spindly picket fence really divide the weather so neatly? An intriguing scene of the brittle weathered landscape in the harsh arid climate of North American winters.