Roxi, the Explorer

Explore, discover, create
Seeing things through new/old eyes
It took a trip to my home town to reconnect with my core being. I'm an explorer.
I love to look for things I've not seen before.  I took my camera out early one morning to capture the light and headed to the river. Little did I know I would revisit the land of magic.

My Mom would call it snooping.

One of my favorite things to do as a kid was to 'go down to the river.' It was a little creek on our farm that flowed in a curve behind the barn and beyond the garden. Not only could I look for 'wildlife' but we had an incredible 'junk' pile hidden behind some apple trees. My grandpa planted those trees and built the barn when he farmed that land, so this pile had many old treasures.

(Kim Klassen Abstract texture)

Two old cars from the 40s sat ready for my brothers and I to play in. I saw beauty then after they had been discarded. A little further away was the ever-loved Crossing, where the prairie road crossed the creek to access the rest of the farm. We would wade in the water as it flowed over the road or try to catch minnows or frogs.

I could spend hours in our attic looking through things Mom had stashed away. I remember finding the 'suit' she wore to get married in and thinking that was strange she didn't wear a dress.

ahhh, childhood memories


The river called and off I went...
The junk pile has long since been buried and a new one started by my brother and his son.
The barn and shop now store odd things instead of animals.
The house has been replaced so there is no attic to ponder yesterday.

The river spilled it's water over the crossing and because it was June, the vegetation was in abundance as maybe the ticks were too. I never get home in the summer time so this was a treat for the eyes. Just seeing the foxtails made my heart sing. Oh how I loved those little things. And proceeded to take their portraits.