From our travels on the Prairies, we have been able to see hundreds of deserted family farms – once the site of productive labour, hours of hard work, seeded by dreams of family life and future generations carrying on the tradition of tilling the soil – they became reflections of broken dreams and lost hope.

As we would stop and view the empty houses and the overgrown fields, you could almost hear the faint sounds of gone by years.

Blue sky – ghostly quiet

Where once the water flowed

A bygone era

Still standing against the elements

Dreams once grew here