It’s cold, but not bone-chilling cold (-16C / 3F). It’s not windy, and that makes all the difference. It’s sunny and gorgeous, so Gerry and I grab our grown up cameras and hop in the car to see what we can see.
Prairie roads don’t disappoint. The Wakamow valley doesn’t either. Truth be told, even the drive up to WalMart for batteries is beautiful and as I sit in the car waiting for Gerry, I’m mesmerized by ice crystals in the air that sparkle like magic dust all around.
”It’s like we’re in a postcard,” I remark as we drive past hoar frost laden trees on the way home.
My camera skills are rusty, but I have a marvellous time setting up space downstairs for my photo processing computer, downloading RAW images from my Canon, creating a new folder for 2023 (while noticing that the 2022 one is all but empty), and reacquainting myself with Lightroom sliders. It’s time we’ll spent. There will be many more opportunities like this for us, in every season, here in the land of living skies.
I love the big, bright, blue skies.
I’m love reading your blog. I love that your girls are there with you and Gerry. I love knowing that you are happy in your return to home.
And I love YOU, my friend.