Autumn in the North woods and prairies
This autumn was exceptionally challenging and rewarding. Back in the tumbling cycle of graduate school, swimming in a pool of research about contrastive rhetoric commanded that I completely learn a new stroke to stay afloat. Old strokes came in handy though with a trip to Pictured Rocks National Lake Shore (see below). Many characters from previous plays fell into this stew. In the new dish came together with orGAINic LOVEly INgredients of OTHERSome interest. The Lampost seemed to be the new kitchen, and the Sunday Night Potluck the community. From this new foundry, a Community Garden was forged with much potential.
With a breakaway of warmth upon us, Krystal and I did a spur of the moment bike tour of the Amana colonies. Lost to the trap and lure of tourism, we found the Amana we were looking for hidden in an old oak, on the skirts of Middle Amana (Below). As a break to the peaceful country symphony, we contemplated poems by Emily Dickenson, and wrote a few of our own too.
