top) maybe this sign is old, maybe it doesn't even tell you anything with english letters anymore, but you still understand you are in butt-fuck nowhere.

bottom) this is where the mayor of butt-fuck nowhere lives.

top) this is the first sign you see when you are driving north into weyburn from the states. i pulled off the road to take this picture, and actually have a few more of it that turned out really nice. the machine gun is actually a sign for a tractor lot which makes it even better, just machines and guns hanging out with tractors a regular day on the prairies. no big deal.

second from top) most retro water tower ever. Lang is north of weyburn towards regina, and right on a busy two lane hwy. taking pictures of this is awkward with massive tanker trucks and farm equipment buzzing past you. i'll try again though.

second from bottom) yeah, it is that flat. i am not sure if i can get over it. the rolling hills in the badlands are really nice, and the layers of grass give a simple and uniform effect when pushed by wind and weather.

bottom) remind me not to buy my beef from the guy who owns these cows. they inject different chemicals back into the ground when they take all of the oil out... something like that i am not a geologist. these cows are eating toxic grass, and their utters glow bright pink in the moonlight.

weyburn, i think i love you. yeah the public art here is this good. the town is great, and more pictures will come, but just finding these walls, and the old prairie town buildings here is awesome, kind of dusty, kind of cowboy, a whole bunch of redneck and a huge source of economic backbone. the oil and farming industry here has helped the locals keep the word "recession" out of their vocabulary.

i spent the night in brandon manitoba. bad, i stayed in a motel called the redwood, something like that, and at first thought that a motel selling beer at the front counter must be my kind of place. the smell of mould that i got soon as i entered my room told me otherwise. the place was dank, but the six pack i picked up was cold and helped me get over the smell.

these pictures were taken on the detour route i took driving from wapella SK. to weyburn SK.

top) the simple repetative geometry of grain silos and other agricultural equipment is something i have noticed. not like there is much else to look at, but it does kind of have a nice simple composition to it. lonely structures in the middle of a flat field probably have a ton to say since they haven't had anything to talk to for a while.

second from top) so it is pretty flat in the prairies. this is a field that fortunately was not flooded this year, and was able to be seeded. a ton of other fields, south of where this picture was taken, were not as fortunate and were not seeded. it is a harsh thing when your lively hood depends on it.

second from bottom) no hunting. darn. i ain't in northern manitoba no more.

bottom) my new best friends. they come over every friday. they make a mess, but they're good company.

the farmers out here must shit themselves where they see an ontario license platted goofball taking pictures of cows.

driving towards manitoba on the trans canada hwy. my rear tire hit a nice chunk of unidentified metal and took a turn for the worse. i had to try fix this on my own, but failed. my jack wasn't cut out for the job and i couldn't lift the vehicle up enough to get the doughnut on. i had to call a tow truck to help me lift the mazda up, and slide the spare on. i drove back to kenora and was back on the road an empty pocket later.

top) this sucks.

bottom) this still sucks.

wawa. it turns out i love wawa. the home of the big bird inn, and about twenty other giant monuments all dedicated to the canadian goose, how could living in wawa not be amazing. i have every intent to move there.

when i was filling up on gas a MNR guy was talking with a local about shooting bear, and how, if when it might be "o.k." to shoot one out of season and without a license. it turns out i love wawa.