I remember that the land seemed to stretch out as far as I could see.
There is a photograph of my grandfather on my Dad’s side. He’s part of a group of local Vulcan men and they are all wearing cowboy hats and long handlebar moustaches. You can tell from the photo that these are hard-working men.
The early history of Alberta is full of people who worked and cared for the land.
My grandfather died while my Dad was still a boy, so of course I never met him, but even from the photograph, you can tell he was a man who worked horses and cattle. You get a sense that he was a man who was part of the land.
My family and I moved away from the farm when I was five, but I came back to the family farm for the summer when I was sixteen.
I would try to remember the colors and patterns of the sky, so that I could paint them one day. I didn't know then that my paint brush would be a camera.
The sky still stretches out across the Alberta prairie, as far as you can see.
