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Wordless Wednesday – What Was

What was… once
“Remnants” of first Nations lands

What was… once
Now “remnants” of settlers lives

All farm yards I grew up playing in. John Deere tractor on my grandfather’s homestead quarter

Bernie

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I have had a love of the written word for my entire life. It's no surprise that eventually I found a platform where I could write. It's random; sometimes funny, occasionally sad, maybe even at times from anger and I lean towards creative photography and hands on crafts. I have a few blogs that high light these interests.

6 thoughts on “Wordless Wednesday – What Was

  1. I am trying to see the world around me with “fresh” eyes and think about before the settlers arrived. Which truthfully is not something that, in my home town growing up, every occurred to me that someone lived there before. It bears looking back to look forward. Thanks for reading and responding Donna.

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    1. I lived on a “new” farm that was the same age as me. All our family friends and my cousins had the old barns and houses. I loved going to their yards. I did love the rural life and upbringing and it certainly shaped who I am today. Thanks so much for enjoying the photos and for commenting Aiva.

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    1. “on the ground” it actually feels very lifeless except for the wind. So deserted. So forlorn. Definitely evocative of the period when my grandfather came here and the world my dad grew up in. Thanks for the compliment about the photos. The sky particularly helped that’s for sure.

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