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Dear Reader (2025-06-16 – posted to FB 2025-06-15),

I like going on multi-week walkabouts, and I like returning from them. On distant paths, I still catch provincial, continental, and global headlines, but they have limited impact. This time, once home, those same headlines sit on my soul as a combination of sadness, melancholy, and loss. It is hard to remember the life and people affirming events of the very recent travels. As a society we seem to be loosing our desire, if not our ability, to think critically and look after each other in an era that is increasingly foreign to me and discomforting.

April and I returned to Canada on June 05. A week later on June 12, Keith and I went on a ramble. Those wanders are always enjoyable, and this one was no different in that respect. In the absence of any real plan we drove on new to me and familiar gravel roads with Rowley as a destination. A sickly pale yellow veil of smoke rested on all the vistas of the day.

I hope my edits and these images impart some of the melancholy and loss that is shadowing me these days.

There is a history to today’s second last photo (08). We inadvertently stopped in front of an old silo that I had initially photographed (09 – last image) for my 2021 digital monograph Sentinels (https://seandrysdale.com/…/uploads/2021/10/Sentinels.pdf).

There is hope with bees.