I enjoy revisiting how immense the prairie sky, the flatland sky, is. There is always something to see, above the skyline and below the skyline.

I enjoy revisiting how immense the prairie sky, the flatland sky, is. There is always something to see, above the skyline and below the skyline.

Today’s dawn was a marvellously serene prelude to a great day. It’s good to be alive and to experience the turn of the seasons.

Falls’ palette has begun its artistry. Brushing this bush is only one of many artworks to come.

A young tree stands silhouetted against the dawn, awaiting another day.

In the distance, at the far end of a soybean field, peeking out from one bush and standing in front of another, hay bales await the tractor and trailer.

Old barns like this are disappearing in our part of the world. They can be costly to keep up and (I assume) they are not as ‘efficient’ and ‘modern’ as ones with a metal frame and skin.
Yet they are beautiful, evocative of another time, and I sometimes make a point to stop and photograph one, like this one. Then I wonder. Who lived there? What was life like? What successes, failures, did they have? Were they happy or at least content?


As another lovely dawn lifts the veil from the landscape, hydro poles march diagonally across the scene.

Trees in the distance, wreathed in morning fog.

A keyhole offers a glimpse into trees wreathed in fog.
