Wow - such sad news! Sunday, a truly inspirational prairie photographer passed away: Courtney Milne
Courtney Milne captured exactly what I love about my homeland. In fact, 13 years ago when I moved away from Saskatoon, I purchased some of his photo cards from the Berry Barn at a farewell tea before I left.
I kept those photos taped to my wall near my bed for years in my little loft in the big city by the mountains. I stared at them and cried often for being so homesick for our land and living skies.
After three children, ten years, and a seemingly shrinking townhouse, it was time to move. My husband said, "you cry all the time when those storms don't come. You want to move back to Saskatoon?" So we did.
I still have Mr. Milne's photographs. They sit on my altar. Seriously - the land and sky is where I feel power and spirit. That's my religion.
And so a big part of me is saddened by this death. To honor his photos (though mine DO NOT compare), my daughter and I drove up and down gravel roads off local highways to take pictures.
|Arwen and her Lego camera.|
I never met him. I knew nothing about the man. My heart just responded to his photos. All I could think when I saw his pictures was that he really knew where my heart was at. He really loved the prairies.
Many people drive through here and joke that there's nothing to see. My answer is, "then you aren't looking". There is so much quiet, powerful beauty here.
Maybe that's why it's so meaningful for me to put the prairies to fibre. There's so much overlooked inspiration; so much disregarded spirit here. Mr. Milne certainly captured the beauty of our surroundings for the people who missed it. For that I thank you.
from "My Sweet Prairie"