An early morning Sunday drive highlights the summer beauty of the southern Alberta foothills.
As the Rockies give way to the Prairies, farms and farmland rule the landscape.
I post these photos for your interest, to show you my world - but selfishly too, as a reminder how gorgeous this place can be. Mid-winter it can quickly lose it's charm and spectre in brutal temperatures, and grasses in ten shades of brown that convince you death has won, and nothing will ever be resurrected again.
But of course, the seasons bring about the thrill each May when the colour and new growth re-appear.
I admit to believing this land was pretty boring and barren when I first arrived. No large trees, no hedges, no thatched cottages. All I was used to from growing up in England.
Time has healed my first impressions.
Now, I relish the open landscapes and skies, and greedily breath in great lungfuls of space.
Happy SkyWatch Friday folks.