Fall changes everything. It is an annual prairie ritual as amazing as it is predictable.
Every year it puts a smile on my face, a jump in my step and a reason to feel good. The colours are brighter, the air is crisper and the beauty richer.
I look forward to the explosions of colour in my favourite haunts, like this one.
I am forced to stop in places to take photos that would otherwise be just another nice nature spot. But now there is much more to catch my eye. The normal green trees suddenly become the contrast.
I find it easier to look for my hawk friends since they are typically hanging out on bales.
The grass fades into a beautiful backdrop for a deer family.
Inevitably the air is filled with the sounds of a few snow geese still a bit rusty at getting the whole formation thing nailed down.
They typically like it in Saskatchewan and invite a few friends and relatives. Before you know it, there’s a goose party.
One of my favourite parts of fall begins when the sandhill cranes come through on their annual pilgrimage. Watching their takeoff is like watching the scene in slow motion.
And did I mention that there are explosions of colour everywhere?
Now if only I could somehow make fall last a little longer.