Another night shot from the first snowfall. It has continued to snow all weekend, only stopping sometime last night. It could melt if the weather turns warm, but it could just as easily be with us until next spring. Last winter the prairie was bare until early January. I suspect this winter will be different.
Such a typical view of a small prairie town... a broken clothes dryer in someone's front yard... I have one in my mudroom, and I'd move it to the front yard in a show of solidarity if it weren't covered with empty, clean glass jars that I need to recycle sometime this decade.
Meanwhile, the glorious Palais Royale has been around almost as long as the village. It is our "event centre" for movies, music, weddings, performances, and more. It's where we cast our votes and where we gather for auctions or a warm-up after a cold outdoor Remembrance Day ceremony at the cenotaph. My friend Madonna designed the sign a few years ago. I like the off-centre door; a nice touch. It has been that way forever, and I find it somehow endearing.
Quiet snow falling at night. Not a creature was stirring, aside from some loonie photographer tramping around with his tripod. Tomorrow, back to the wild prairie...
Photographed in Val Marie, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2024 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
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