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And, finally, day off (long week, always,) and I summon the reserves to make the trip. A couple of locations in South Eastern Alberta, the drive, long, 5 hours, gravel roads blowing dust throughout the car, but the drive as well is beautiful, and I discover abundant possibilities on the way...
Always.
A black jaguar devouring a dead deer beside the highway.
Herds of Prairie Antelope, pronghorned, they don't wait for photos, herds of deer, they don't need photos, a coyote running through a field, the smell of sage and tumbleweeds bouncing across fields and highway. It's fall, and you can feel it in your soul, the porcelain blue of the sky, the colors, cool warmth of the Sun, I've only a few weekends left, fortunately most will be prospecting closer to home, I'm starting in the margins...
Panorama of the Sweetgrass Hills, only the two eastern ones shown...
And here, all three, but you'll have to squint. Some things are better seen in person...
A prairie coulee...
Snake on the highway, used shovel to scoop it to safety...
Seas of rippling breezy grass...
GMC.
Decrepit Farm...
The images are only an after-effect, the blurred remembrance, a photo safari here, over weeks, years even, the timing of the light, the framing of the photo, the waiting for wildlife, birds, this is a whole different prospecting expedition...
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Vintage postcard, found at thriftshop. Guessing CC.
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And a few pictures from the trip down south with the daughter, sadly a bust, she wore only hotpants, I brought no sweater or pot to cook dinner in ("When I was a kid we never ate when we were camping..." I tell her, she wasn't reassured... "Consider it a Vision Quest..."). And I overestimated, all in all, the amount of prospecting I could do with her along, overall, she bore it, but there were meltdowns and in future I think I'll have to confine my interests to hers, she's amply indulged mine, if the weather clears I can do this on my own...
Twin Forks. Free, empty campground, much abused by the local quadding contingent...
Beautiful sunset...
And a peculiar infestation of iridescent blue beetles, at first thought they were some rare twilight flower, upon closer inspection (see meltdown & hotpants...)