After joining Travis Erwin's My Town Monday, my soul really soars to the wide open spaces out west, where my roots lie. I've been feeling it's time to return, but I will content myself with photos like these for the time being.
My mother would tell me stories about the times when she was younger: of seeing herds of cattle arrive from the south, as far away as Texas, to graze on the open prairies of central and southern Alberta; of how the trail hands were upset that the grazing land they had been using for many years had become settled and fenced; and of the fine horses that came with the herds. One type she took an interest in: a stocky white horse with Peacock and White Cloud breeding and Arabian blood to make it hardy.
Photo Credit: Second photo by space_ritual CC=nd flickr commons.