We visited the Oil Museum of Canada today. It was a very enjoyable, educational outing to a little-known gem a very short ride from home. Our guides on a carriage ride around the site were two locals and their magnificent Belgians.

We visited the Oil Museum of Canada today. It was a very enjoyable, educational outing to a little-known gem a very short ride from home. Our guides on a carriage ride around the site were two locals and their magnificent Belgians.

My roof, on a delightful July evening.

The last cup or so of raspberries from our bramble. We will let the robins and other fruit eaters enjoy the last of the fruit. It’s important, good, right, to share the bounty with others.

A close-up look at wheat, ready for combining.

A bright white farm house offers a pleasing contrast to a hazy sky and the deep green of field and bush.

Before a background of green and blue, a weathered grey barn floats on an ocean of gold.

I waited almost too long to capture a soaring turkey vulture before it was obscured by a tree.

I have trained our foster dog Lucy to wait to take a treat until I say “Ok!” She waited very nicely for the magic word to take this raspberry.

One thing I love about living in flat land country is how big the sky is. I have heard that Montana styles itself as big sky country. While Montana is undoubtedly a beautiful part of the world, I think that southwest Ontario is also big sky country.

Achilles waits for our foster Lucy to leap off the deck and continue the chase game.
