Last time I showed you what can happen when industries leave. As well as what can happen to the land and the places they once occupied. But not all industries move away and not all of them just leave, happily. We can rile against industries as much as we want, we still need them. Even more if those industries produce beer.

While we usually only see the finished product, for a short while, I must say, we should also see how that nice liquid is produced. The Fort Garry Brewery in Winnipeg is a brewery founded in the 1930s. Interestingly enough, from a brewery with this kind of output you would expect that

We all know of some of those places. Once there was bustling activity, heavy machines moving around all day doing “something”. Some have been known for decades, even for the whole of our lives. Then, suddenly, silence. No more activity, the place is quiet and completely abandoned.

The last train has left the scene, never to come back. Or it has been left there standing. Many of the places that were used by industry for decades are never reclaimed. Deemed too polluted or simply too expensive to reuse. Sad state of affairs, right?

Green! We were all waiting for green around us. But this green is cold and unforgiving. A few days ago the sun started spewing material in our general direction. Nothing really special, nothing to write home about. It happens all the time.

But when the sun starts emitting energy that can black out satellite communications, everybody is suddenly on high alert. Not so much for those satellites up there, but for the more photographic effects this emission can create. Talk about aurora.

Well all photographs are supposed to be colourful memories, right? But lately, colour is making itself scarce. Winter is still here, we could say that Old Man Winter is just shaking out the last snowflakes from his pockets before leaving, but nobody really knows. I start to think that we may have a very short spring.

So instead of complaining about the current weather (no use in that, is there, eh?), I thought I’d rake up some older, but colourful memories of a time when I was not yet in Canada. Those who like to travel: come along for the trip! En route!