Thanksgiving Monday was a beautiful day in Regina. My camera has not been out as much as I would have liked this summer, but the holiday was the perfect opportunity to go for a wander, camera in hand.
“Peace is always beautiful…” Walt Whitman
Three for three! This is the third year I’ve been to Elk Island National Park in the last five years on my annual camping trip with my parents. The sunsets here are beautiful. We stayed two nights this year – the first night it rained, and the second night, well, this was the view….
This was the sunset in 2015…
And in 2012…
I grew up in a house with a field just beyond our backyard, in a town that was seemingly plunked down in the middle of nowhere. It was surrounded by fields, and in one direction, beyond the fields were the Great Sandhills. I can tolerate crowds, I’ve lived in a city since I finished high school, and I’m not sure I could live in a small town again, but I still am attracted to wide open spaces. All of these pictures were taken near Regina, SK.
When I was a kid, there were three places we’d drive to that I would look forward to with much anticipation. One was driving through Saskatoon on our way to my grandparents’ house. We’d drive by the beautiful University of Saskatchewan campus, and I’d imagine going to university there. I loved every second of my four years there.
Driving to Banff, and getting that first glimpse of the mountains was (and still is) a thrill! For at least the last 10 years, maybe more if I really thought about it, I’ve been to mountains somewhere in Western Canada or Montana.
But, Cypress Hills in Southwest Saskatchewan is most likely the place I’ve been to the most. It was about a two hour drive from the town I grew up in and it’s the first place I remember going where I felt like I was going somewhere! I’d watch for that first glimpse of the hills, just a silhouette far off in the distance, and as we passed through Maple Creek, I could finally see the hills close up! I’ve camped here a lot with my family, gone to Brownies and Girl Guide camp at Camp Shagabec, and I’ve been several times as an adult, but most of my memories of it are as a kid (including one Victoria Day long weekend when it snowed – I think I was 5 or so. I think that was also the last time I rode a horse!).