I'm never going back...

I’m never going back…

I am humbled each and every day in this inspiring country. Where people stop to smile and ask if you are okay and would you like some fresh tomatoes from my garden? Here let me carry that for you! I could go on and on.

I now know which way I’m going and I can give solid directions! Turn south a half mile from here and then turn west on the first good road and when you see that sign “Roy’s corner” keep going until you see the Elk fence on the right!…

And the meadow, the fields and sunsets, coyotes howling at night. I’ve come home…see me smile?

And the meadows..

And the meadows..

These tracks take me home...

These tracks take me home…

Ahhh..Canola on the south side..this road takes me home...

Ahhh..Canola on the south side..this road takes me home…

The prairie scapes have been my undoing….and the flocking black birds thrill me.

copyright Es-tee Miller

“I saw a coyote run in front of me today.. he looked at me coyly knowing his image would be a ghost to my camera”…Es-tee Miller

About redcontroversy

I'm a stargazing,skywatching,storm loving, sungazing addict. Environmentalist, political blogger, professional photographer, writer, artist...my favourite quote is: "If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive". ~ Eleonora Duse ~ ...my soul is definitely alive.
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1 Response to I’M HOME

  1. Linda Moulton says:

    Hi Estee… will u b in Toronto area in Oct ?? Linda

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