Nostalgia with photos

This week, my son is making a road trip to visit his best friend in Saskatchewan. I'm terribly jealous. I do like road trips, and I like them at this time of the year. Four years ago, around this time, my husband and I made the same trip to visit my family. On that trip, I had a borrowed Canon Rebel. I was interested in getting one, so I borrowed one from a friend to see if I liked it. I did. That was really the beginning of my shutterbug hobby.

I hope I've learned a few things since then. I take fewer pictures now, because I am learning to be more focused, and take my time.  But judging from these, my eye still goes to similar things.

Twilight has always been my favourite time at my uncle's farm. There is a field west of there house where I went one evening:

I took a selfie with the light behind me:

I walked around behind the house to the edge of the yard.

And then I went around to the north of the house by the bale shed.

When I was about eight or nine, my brothers decided to go behind the bale shed and light matches. It was late August, and it was full of alfalfa bales for the winter. I tattled on them, and it was a good thing, too. Not a good place to play with matches.

My aunt was in her garden, although she hid from the camera. She had not yet taken up all of the Glads in her garden, but she was planning to.

I would have loved to make a visit this fall, but it didn't happen. Hopefully, next year.