Clare passed away at his home in the woods in early March 2020. I met Clare in 2012 and began photographing his life for a project that I ultimately feel I never finished, despite the fact that we kept in touch until his death. Clare was an amazing man who touched many people in western Manitoba. I am re-editing work that for years I thought wasn't good enough because I miss my friend. Below is some Clare's story.
Clare Haralson has lived alone on his family’s farm near Erickson since his wife and kids left in the fall of 1986. That’s over 30 years of solitude. He says living alone was difficult to get used to at first. “When you’re with somebody for years and then all of the sudden you’re by yourself, you’ve gotta adjust.” Like most of us, his days are dictated by routine. He has his cats to tend to, more than a dozen throughout the farm. He has his chores around the home such as gathering fire wood or fixing his deck. Prayer and Bible study fill up a significant portion of his day as well. His log cabin-style house sits nestled in poplar trees mostly hidden from view from the nearby highway. Family photos and other mementos adorn the walls of his home. The majority of his food comes from what grocery stores throw out and his cupboards and fridges are better stocked than most people’s. He brings empty four-litre milk jugs to Brandon and fills them from a natural spring for drinking water. He has no television, no radio, no computer and no telephone. He feels he has no use for them.