The palette
A sand green holds the prairie, and the two rivers should cut across it in a frank green of floodplain rather than blending into the weave: they are the only lines here that owe nothing to a survey. Sign the centre with its turn, a few degrees is all it takes, and let the historic core carry a honey tone for the sandstone. Nose Hill in the north-west is a large tawny silence, and the yards to the south-east a dark tangle. Everything else can stay quiet, because the subject is regularity and regularity does not need help.