Today I may just be headed to my boyhood stomping ground of Lanigan Saskatchewan. I think I have only been back there once since I left in 1964. It was changed tremendously at that time already, unlike most sleepy prairies towns. I will be stopping often to photograph gophers, meadowlarks, wheat, oats, barley, flat land, big skies, and anything else that gets in the way of my Nikon. I have my tripos along so I may be in a few of these shots. What's a flat prairie road without an old guy standing on the yellow line beside his fancy car. (Oops, that is still a secret)
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What car? Who let the cat out of the bag?
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