I moved out to the coast the following spring, and I haven't seen a fall in southern Alberta since. It's hard to reproduce such memorable moments, even in Alberta. But this came close. In her novel Restlessness , Aritha Van Herk wrote, I travel to escape the rotund, belligerent light of the foothills, the knife of high cerulean blue. Light is seldom muted in Calgary, sometimes gray if snow or rain plunge over the city, but that temporary reprieve seems aberrant, and until the dazzle returns, people look puzzled.
Visitors arrive in order to shade their eyes at the teeth miraging the western skyline.
Fall and spring are best, for then the mountains are sharp echoes outlined with snow. I don't think I've ever read anything that so elegantly captures the essence of land and light in Alberta. I miss it. This series was taken with my Canon EOS 50E system. The load was Fuji Velvia.