September 12, 2009. Covered bridge in Zumbrota, Minnesota. As a youth I gave it no attention. As a man, my friends wanted to see it, and once inside its protective walls, I began to have a remembrance of it. From its deeply inset windows you can peer out over a meandering stream, which I know can rage with spring floods. I saw pastoral fields, much like R.E. York did in 1915. I wonder who he/she was with such a precise and extravagant signature.
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Sunday, September 20, 2009
View from a Covered Bridge
September 12, 2009. Covered bridge in Zumbrota, Minnesota. As a youth I gave it no attention. As a man, my friends wanted to see it, and once inside its protective walls, I began to have a remembrance of it. From its deeply inset windows you can peer out over a meandering stream, which I know can rage with spring floods. I saw pastoral fields, much like R.E. York did in 1915. I wonder who he/she was with such a precise and extravagant signature.
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