Four of us piled into my car to make a ven­ture out west, in search of ghost towns. Areas that weren’t devel­oped enough for the Canadian rail­way to go through, and the lack of major trans­porta­tion even­tu­al­ly killed them.

What we found were not-so-aban­doned places, black flies bit­ing us all over, and dead ends.

Still, it was­n’t a total loss. There’s some­thing to shoot almost any­where, as long as you can change your per­spec­tive. And rid­ing in a car with three new peo­ple means you get good con­ver­sa­tion, if not good pho­to oppor­tu­ni­ties.