Purple was hard! Everything is black and white right now, which is kind of beautiful, but there was no purple to be found. I sought high and low for two full days.
Then last night I walked the cold, white river to the Forks.
And just when I had begun to give up on purple, I rounded the corner as the Red merged into the Assiniboine.
Purple was bathing all the ice and snow at the Forks, and everything had a violet hue.
The most concentrated of all the purples was right here: A purple light, bright as a potion, shining on this giant ice sculpture.
It was cold, and my camera was frozen so I had to use the camera on my phone.
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