Thursday, April 22, 2010

a matter of respect


there are no mountain ranges around here, no seashores, no badlands, indeed almost no hills, few trees.  The land is relatively flat, small aspen groves here and there.  The big trees are usually the sign of habitation - past and present.  I am attracted to the old farmsteads, the reminders of past toils.  Those that remain will not be here long, they cover arable land, they act as magnets to scavengers of all sorts.  The problem is the human ones.  These places still belong to someone else - sometimes they are even wanted as reminders of old homes.  But they are looted and abused, act as dumping grounds for townspeople who don't want to pay for their own garbage removal.  Is it too much to ask of these people to act as they would want their own property to be treated?                  

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

it was just for water ....



Rex and I went for a drive on Sunday to load up on water and to check out some cameras.  It was a nice day.  We were fortunate that the springs were open.  After driving through some semi-ghost towns, we ended up south of Miniota for sunset in the Assiniboine valley where I discovered its always important to make sure film is in the camera.

Thursday, April 15, 2010


and the adventure begins ...