In all my trips through the Badlands of South Dakota I have never experienced the degree of mystery and spirituality that accompanied this trip. The park is practically vacant in winter and the opportunity to feel the landscape in its utmost natural and rawest form is indescribable. Breathtaking splashes of sunlight prying through stormy blue skies to play in shadow and light, heart pounding with adrenalin as I braced myself and tripod against 45 mph winds gusts at the edge of a precipice to photograph distant bison on a plateau at the base of a ragged peak, emerging from a bend in a pass to discover the sky to the West filling with an urgent sudden snow squall while a herd of deer alert me to their presence with the characteristic white flagging of their tails as they bound out of view in the tall prairie grass. This and so much more was part of my trip. I hope you will enjoy the images to come of the Badlands in winter and also Spearfish Canyon during one of the most peaceful and poetic times of year on the Plains.