The days grow shorter. There's lots to do, people to meet, coffee, wine, it's late when I finally get out of Calgary...

But it's worth it. No panning, merely surface collecting, assessing prospects, appreciating the harvest and colors of the season...

A few pictures...

Rainbow, after a brief summer rain...

Pebbles on sand...

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Stones becoming hoodoos. Small hoodoos, but you get the idea...

Thinking I'd found diamonds or gems, broken glass from the telegraph/telephone insulators. Old. Everywhere. Deep blue, light blue, clear, green...sunken into the sand....

And the Halloween bit, the rib cage of roadkill and a collapsed hoodoo....macabre, but there's an aesthetic there for sure...

Next week, up earlier, leave in the morning, no compromising the day, get it done...the days grow shorter, 7:00 PM and it was too dark to search, 8:00 PM and it was night, next week, up at 6:00, panning by 7:30, the whole day to move a few yards, see what results...