Longing for home ...

A year ago at this time, I was at my aunt and uncle's farm in southwestern Manitoba. It was a stay which was far too brief.

In 2010, my husband and I visited there in October, and at that time, my aunt, knowing about my wish to buy my own Canon Rebel (I was borrowing a friend's), slipped a little contribution in my pocket as I left to help me save up. When we went back last year, I wanted to take as many pictures as I could, but the moments so brief and precious that most of my time was spent with my family. I did sneak out and quickly take some in the morning on the day we left. My hope was to get a good shot of the dew on the grass around the barn, but I was in a hurry, and didn't come away with what I wanted. I was, however, able to get a couple of shots of my aunt's beautiful flowers.

This is the place where my father grew up, and it is as close to a "home town" as I'll ever have. We didn't have much growing up, and our vacations were spent here. This tree, a Caragana, has been there as long as I can remember. When my brothers and I were children, we often thought the pods on the tree looked appealing, but we were always cautioned not to eat them.

There is something rather inviting about telephone poles, especially on the prairies. I wish I had found time to photograph a grain elevator. They are not too easy to find anymore, many of them having been taken down. If I can get back there soon, I'm getting pictures.

Late summer always makes me long for the west.