What can I say, I like a stationary object. So instead, I am sharing a few of my favourites from the time I spent playing with my camera.
Who toiled in the soil here trying to make a go of it in a new land?
What joys, what sorrows were shared within these walls?
Each one is a testament to our forefathers and mothers. Their sweat, tears and triumphs built this province.
I spent part of Saturday afternoon walking around my parent's place shooting random sights. These rails are part of the riding ring my parents built for me a number of years back when I was all about horses.
A fuel tank that Dad has big plans for. Someday. (Can you hear my Mom snorting?)
The pasture fence. It is part of this place, a place that is home to me though I don't live there anymore. I love this fence and its weathered boards. There are so many memories of chasing horses to ride them, pail of oats in hand, halter poised and ready. I always outsmarted the little buggers. Imagine that.
Here's a real horse's ass.
Sorry. I couldn't help myself when he meandered away having realized I did not come bearing treats.
And lastly, the weekend was full of blue skies with big white fluffy clouds. I love them. They are one of the big pluses to living here in this place that can be so inhospitable.
I hope your Easter weekend was filled with chocolate, family and much joy, not necessarily in that order. Okay, maybe exactly in that order.