Nothing lasted very long in Lamoine … or Arup. Unless you want to talk about the schoolhouse. It’s still standing after 100 years. Long after Arup was platted. Long after Arup became Lamoine. And long after Lamoine became deserted when the railroad took a pass on the little town. [av_image src=’http://ourgreatescape.ca/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/Schoolhouse-Lamoine-1030×581.jpg’ attachment=’4997′ attachment_size=’large’ align=’center’ styling=”… Continue reading Back to schools
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Guardian of the Columbia
It distracted me from my ultimate mission — an afternoon with Maremma sheepdogs. I was driving south on a rural road on the Colville Reservation and spied it out of the corner of my eye. Of course, my new friend Kaila warned me about it. She said “there’s a beautiful abandoned church near our homestead.”… Continue reading Guardian of the Columbia
The Rocklyn rabbit hole
Editor’s Note: The Rux homestead is on private property. The owner, whom you can learn more about in the comments section, has posted No Trespassing signs. Jerry is a great guy and more than willing to cooperate with photographers, provided they seek permission. I get lost in detail sometimes. When I got home from a… Continue reading The Rocklyn rabbit hole
No trespassing: A followup on the Kelowna hippie commune
I never wonder why I do this. I’m intrigued by the history of the areas I live in, how people lived in another time, and why they up and leave their homes, abandoning what may have been precious items. I make up stories in my head, some of them inspired by Criminal Minds episodes, and… Continue reading No trespassing: A followup on the Kelowna hippie commune
From the archives: I’m hip to the Great Plains
Almost three years ago, we were cruising down a dusty South Dakota highway. It was hot as hell in early July and the three of us — me, Shep and My American — were bound for Nova Scotia and M.A.’s first opportunity to meet my family. He and Shep were about to be exposed to a… Continue reading From the archives: I’m hip to the Great Plains
A gem in the middle of nowhere
It’s been all over my Facebook and RSS feeds. Some people tag or DM me and say, “You’d be perfect for this.” I smile and think, “Been there, done that.” Associated Press picked up a recent story from The Missoulian, detailing the droves of volunteers who signed up for the opportunity to spend a month at… Continue reading A gem in the middle of nowhere
Archives: A jumping-off point
Few locations in Central Alberta are photographed as frequently as the East Coulee bridge. It serviced trains and vehicles crossing the Red Deer River and provided access and service to two mines. Both mines were left to rot when the coal-mining industry dried up but the Atlas has been turned into an historical site. The bridge is… Continue reading Archives: A jumping-off point
Healing time
It’s a beautiful, blue-sky day in Eastern Washington. Part of me wants to hit the road and go somewhere fun. Today, however, my beautiful Bella is recovering from surgery. It was time to get her spayed and add on a prophylactic gastropaxy (a procedure in a which her stomach is attached the chest cavity to… Continue reading Healing time
Do you see enough?
I try to take a 360-degree approach when I’m out exploring and taking pictures. I take some shots of what I see, then turn and turn and turn, making sure I don’t miss anything. Some places draw me back for more. Dorothy, the Atlas Mine and Rawley are my Alberta favourites. I’m keeping a mental… Continue reading Do you see enough?
Time travelling to junior high
I’d already been yelled at once. When I heard footsteps behind me, I thought, ‘oh great, here we go again.’ I wasn’t in trouble. The fellow seemed rather pleasant, so I asked, ‘oh dear, am I trespassing?’ Yep, I sure was. I apologized profusely and thought I should leave, but the fellow was in the… Continue reading Time travelling to junior high