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.
I realized as I was going through my photo library today that I like to take pictures of roads. One of my favourite poems is The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost. So, today’s post is a combination of two of my favourite things (and yes, the last picture is not of a road, but it was quite the journey to get to that view).