These woodlands I can see from my loft’s window, usually under a cloud. The mountains here are part of a true rainforest.
Along the footpath in Indian Battleground Park. Alberta.
L.ate Summer in the Orchard
Walking through the cottonwoods at Indian Battle Park in Alberta, Canada.
Indian Battle Park has three species of cottonwood trees. And large snakes. Pathways wander from one area to another following a small river. I’m note sure if it is the Columbia, which I have been following, or something that will flow in to the Columbia. There is a quiets here, except for the occasional shooting of guns at the police range nearby. Signs warn you to STAY ON THE PATHWAY because of the live target practice.
Behind Home Plate, Alberta, Canada.
Between the cemetery and the farm land.
At the camel festival.
A Small Hill in the Quarry.
A small hill being removed near the Oxbow of the Connecticut River. As a teenager, I drove by this quarry a few times a week. What is now sky was, then, all hill and woodlands. Little of the hill is left and the rocks are now being dug out of the ground, as time goes on forming a hole similar to the hill that once stood here.