My alarm wasn’t needed. Just before sunrise, a roiling mass of coal-black cloud approached from the west and a deafening crack of thunder shocked me from my slumber. I peered out of my tent and saw the blood-red eastern sky on the verge of catching fire. I got dressed in five seconds flat, grabbed my camera bag, and, just as gorgeous gilded light started painting the plains, set my tripod down to capture the scene: The beautifully restored Rowley grain elevators rising from lemon-yellow canola, the crimson-and-chaotic sky, the rolling landscape, the vast space. Yes, indeed, there’s nothing like immersing yourself in the “heart” of Alberta!
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