Dear Reader (2021-03-03),
Re: Sunday February 21, 2020
I have been walking with ghosts. These are the ghosts of my past. After returning from England earlier this year I made a commitment to myself to get rid of a lifetime’s worth of paper. For most of February I have been doing some combination of recycling, scanning, or shredding. Not counting the magazines and software manuals that went directly into the blue box., I have filled over 15 large clear garden bags with shredded paper. I think I have another 25% effort to go. When a friend mentioned the possibility of a drive, I was pleased at the opportunity to keep the ghosts at bay for a day.
Wanders may or may not have a destination, may or may not involve driving, and may be urban or rural. In other words, they can cover just about everything outside of an overnight road-trip or a walk. In fact, I go on more wanders than walks.
Keith needs wine kits from Red Deer, and has an idea of taking a winding route home via Dry Island Buffalo Jump Provincial Park. As we have both been very COVID cautious, we agree to wander in one vehicle. After picking up a trio of wine kits, we turn east towards the coulees north of Drumheller.
For most of the drive, the grey skies limited form to the land. I am hard-pressed to see photographic dimensions. The drive becomes part reconnaissance for future wanders and part catch-up. My recent in person conversations have been with my wife and spectres. Part way through the day I observe that my conversation skills are rusty. It is though still a pleasure to drive and speak with a friend. Keith’s images of the wander can be found here.
The first three images below form a triptych called “Close, Closer, Closest”.
As always, your comments are sought and welcomed. Please come back on Saturday for A Wandering Report 2.
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