Fistfulofpowder:
Fuji GFX 50r.
*Darlene*:
She hoped for comforting outstretched arms to embrace and warm her, but her isolated, windswept shoulders were unreachable.
Diggerthedog99:
Wind blown and worn
Patrick Kavanagh Photography:
Enjoy the Journey
Alberta is home:
Abandoned farm
Diggerthedog99:
Standing alone with just memories
Patrick Kavanagh Photography:
Canada's only Windmill Museum
*Darlene*:
There's no longer anything needing to be fenced in, but the barn is still grateful to have his familiar friend by his side, even if it's just for looks.
Diggerthedog99:
Somethings are old but still timeless in appreciation
*Darlene*:
I'm so glad I was left with freedom over confinement because being cold under the endless prairie skies is much better than being warm in the musty old barn.
smithe1130:
Foggy Delight.
*Darlene*:
My time with you was well spent, and it was difficult to leave you standing there unescorted, so I couldn't turn my head to look back as I left because I knew then I'd have come back.
*Darlene*:
It was nothing but a one-way conversation because there was no one near enough to offer anything more. (EXPLORE)
*Darlene*:
She rests empty, and her skin is decayed and peeling, but come spring, because of their devotion to her, the trees that were taught to shade and protect her will continue to do so.
*Darlene*:
The dead-end sign states that this track goes nowhere, but the rails whispered that once it wandered till it met the ocean.
Bernard Spragg:
Grain elevators Brant Alberta.
*Darlene*:
Once roaming the rails, taking in a myriad of landscapes, they now sit still and silent, catching the view of only one, but they're doing it together, and they're glad for that.
*Darlene*:
Remember me fondly as you turn your back and walk away because I will never forget your warm company.
Diggerthedog99:
Abandoned in the field
Diggerthedog99:
Just because it’s not in a museum doesn’t mean it’s not art (EXPLORE)
smithe1130:
School's Out.
Diggerthedog99:
Abandoned
Alberta is home:
Dorothy, Alberta
*Darlene*:
As my companion sets below the horizon, I will miss him until I next feel his radiant face shine against me.
smithe1130:
What Once Was.
*Darlene*:
That time of year when all the hues of nature merge into one unvarying shade of winter melancholy, but soon Spring will offer vibrant transformation.
