On Oct. 1st I started the trip home. I took these just outside Drummondville, PQ. It just screamed 'autumn' - golden light, harvested fields.
After leaving Ontario, we headed across the prairies.
Morning mist.
Harvest time.
Lots of sloughs.
As you can see, the flat prairies are not flat.
Have no idea what this is. It's what you look at sitting in the Winnipeg train station. One friend said it looked like some thing designed by an architect when he was drunk.
Leaving Jasper I was back in my mountains and I knew I was almost home.
And the lakes with the fall coloured trees.
1 comment:
Oh, our mountains are gorgeous, Bea.
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