A: we aren’t too old for this, right mom?…..Okay, then let’s run!


The wheat is slowly beginning to show off its golden glow.


i am drawn to old things. not only are they visually beautiful to me but there is a deeper intrigue and mystery about something worn & used. i often imagine how the old wooden chair or rickety fence was once ┬ápart of someone’s everyday story.

today i wandered the quiet streets of a small southern Manitoba town, Miami, MB. most of the streets are named after pioneers who settled here in the late 1800’s.