This past August, as we do most years, we visited relatives in Saskatchewan and spent some time out in the country. As always, I took pictures; here are ten of them.
As always, many of the pictures are of the sky, because it’s just not like anywhere else.
I try to avoid one particular Saskatchewan cliché, because it’s saddening: namely, the emptying countryside. The traditional family farm is simply no longer viable, so the population thins as they’re sold out, put together, and operated in packages of ten thousand acres or more. Most people, given the choice, would rather live in town anyhow. So everywhere you go, you see empty farmhouses and, like here, the grass growing up around things that used to be thought valuable. It’s remarkable how fast it happens.
The sky isn’t always sunny.
That particular day was chilly, with occasional rain, and a howling Prairie wind. I saw, in a local town calendar, that there were stock-car races, so we went off to take them in.
The crowd wasn’t real big.
I’d never been to see stock cars before, and I loved it. It was intense and intimate and colorful. My little four-year-old girl hated the noise and howled in fear and unhappiness every time the cars came by. Also, the wind and rain was getting to us, so we didn’t stay long.
Later that day the sky enough cleared for a nice sunset.
The closer the sun gets to the horizon, the better the grass looks.
In another few years, this barn probably will be part of the emptying-countryside story.
The cows were starting to come home.
Ah, those skies.
I hope to go on visiting for many years to come.