I was dealing with a distressed 12-year-old in the middle of moving to Hanna last July. She was working her way through a long litany of complaints…
“It’s too far from Granny and Grandpa.”
“I can’t see the prairies.”
“Our yard is too small.”
“It’s too noisy.”
That’s when I drove her out to Fox Lake and pointed out that there were a lake and campground within five minutes bike ride of Hanna, and that she could go there whenever she wanted to that summer. I didn’t hear any more whining for the rest of the week as there were no lakes within biking distance at our old home (nasty, brackish sloughs don’t count). Lakes are a Big Deal and that was the end of that.
I headed back out to the lake this evening hoping to shoot the crepuscular rays (God beams) appearing all through the evening sky over the water. They didn’t disappoint, but the colour was so washed out of the final images that I decided to go with black and white. The beams were followed by rather empty rain clouds. It’s nearly 11 pm as I type this and we’re lucky if all of ten drops landed in our yard. The skies were “all show, no go” in that department this evening. I feel badly for the farmers – you can see the crops starting to fail all around the area now from the drought.
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