
I photographed the 75th anniversary celebration (in '76) of Plum Coulee's founding quite extensively, as I did a number of subsequent anniversaries. To my eye, we just don't see the range of character in peoples' faces these days. On that day in '76, I had just photographed the first "official" coming out of a widow and widower (I'll post that photo soon). I turned and saw this heavily-dressed woman standing in the shade of the former Toews' Meat Market. I'd never seen her before. I imagine she was a recent arrival to Plum Coulee. I feel profound pathos for the chill of isolation I project on her as she observes the festivities from a distance.
HCB would be proud of this one, Dad (among many others).
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