One thing I love about being at the farm and especially at our cabin just up the grid is the sky. Clouds and the weather in general just fascinate me. So here are some photos taken at the farm the night before we left to return to Calgary.
"There is no thunder in her hair,
upon her lips no rain,
yet world and weather through that door
have come alive again,"
from Six Songs from a Play, First Song
by Patrick Anderson
2 comments:
Such a beautiful place and what fabulous skies. It must be difficult to leave and return to the city.
It can be, and this view of the field from the porch of the farm house is the spot I think I feel that regret the most.
Sorry it took so long to reply.
Guy
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