You don’t really think of water when you think of the prairies, but they are, of course, dotted with ponds and sloughs. I’ve been endlessly enthralled by the blue of water amidst the gold of the fields this fall as we’ve driven back and forth to Saskatchewan. A couple of weekends ago we drove to the mountains, and on the way home, between Calgary and Edmonton, there was this dreamy blue light over the prairies. I used the zoom on our little point and shoot and shot out of the window while Claire slept. I kind of love this blurred, ethereal quality.
I grew up on the prairies and really missed them when I first moved to Ottawa 6 years ago. But then I fell in love with Ottawa, Montreal and (parts of) Toronto. When moved back West to be closer to my family when Claire was born, I was shocked to find how much I missed the urban spaces of those three cities, and was (and still am) terribly sad to think of Claire not knowing them. I will always miss zipping up to Montreal to stay in an auberge in the Old Port for the weekend, or wandering through the National Gallery on a Saturday, but the prairie and mountains are finding their way back into my heart.