I was out at my brother and sister-in-law's place this past weekend for my niece's birthday. Sunday morning, I wanted to head out and take some photos. These two cuties pleaded to join me. They lasted about a minute (and let me take precisely one photo of each of them) before they raced back inside. It was very cold.
They live in a tiny town named Justice. The statistics are thus: there are three streets, two stop signs, and fourteen houses. A woman runs a small convenience store and post office out of her garage. The grain elevator sits empty and the old church is being renovated into a house.
I've never lived in a small town, much less the country. But somehow these photos still feel a bit like home. I'm a Manitoba girl. It's not California or France or Hawaii, but I do love its quiet beauty.