As the snow starts to melt and the small creeks thaw and flow into the nearby rivers and lakes, the opportunity for reflection photos present themselves.
This narrow section of the Pembina River likely doesn’t look very picturesque when the leaves from the trees swallow up this narrow passage.
Standing at the side of the road in my PJ pants and penguin slippers, my husband thought it would look funny if someone passed me on the side of the road and there was no vehicle around, like I was some crazy lady wandering around taking pictures in my nightwear!
Somewhere close by I could hear a waterfall. And walking back to the car I spotted an old barn perched high on that ridge. I’ll be back.
CRUMBLING MEMORIES 