Like a hungry hobo hunting for some refuge, I rambled along the abandoned rail line in the evening gloom; the sun hidden behind a thick covering of cloud, the wind raging out of the west. Ten minutes earlier, I had explored the disused remnants — an old school, a weathered grain elevator, a half-collapsed store — of Farrow, Alberta. Then all of a sudden, a slit in the sky and amber light surged across the plains. I wheeled around, energized by the radiant scene, and planted my tripod down between the cold steel rails. Then I took what are, most likely, the final few photos of this now long-gone Prairie outpost. Read More