Canada West Collection 1

To every thing there is a season

	I stand kneedeep in wild grasses and weeds and ponder the inscrutable purpose behind the unfolding story before me, my imagination races through unspeakable processions of seasons. My search for a reason is satisfied and time is all there seems to be...

Driving the back roads of Alberta and British Columbia is a pastime I never tire of. With my Canon camera beside me and a couple long lenses I'm stopped more than I'm driving. Everything seems interesting and often a short hike reveals a scene that somehow I knew was there but just couldn't see from the road.

This field I remember but for the life of me I can't find the pictures I took. This was in the old film days and I've gone through several boxes of 35mm slides but no luck. So this is how I remember it. The barn is right and the falling down corral is about where I remember it. The rail fence around the field was in surprisingly good shape. The field itself I felt could have been used for either sheep of a few milk cows. There's an old rutted trail about where I was standing when photographing this scene. The ruts were pretty close together so they must have been for a wagon or perhaps even an old Model T. The location was the foothills of Alberta 100 or so miles north of Pincher Creek.