prairie air
It's dry. You can feel it almost immediatly. You realize you have been climatized to the salty dew of Vancouver without even knowing it. The altitude is diffferent in Alberta. You can't seem to get quite the same amount of air. But maybe it's because your nose and throat are drying up.
I love it though. Flat, patchwork quilts, unrecognizable until you get above them. Farmland and abandoned granaries. Wheat. Wild roses growing in ditches. Dry air and country folk. Small towns and simplicity.
I'd like to find the store that sold the paint cans called 'barn wood red'.
Maybe this trip.




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