SPRING DREAMS

April 8, 2012.  What can be better on a sunny spring day than a kite in the sky?  It soars, it swoops, it flutters and then it stays up, working its way in the wind.  There are no trees to gobble at it, no telephone poles and wires, just sky against which your kite paints a spot of bright color.

SNO CONE

December 21. 2011.  A singular morning in December in the land where I was born.  The trees in the distance were enveloped in frost, glistening as the sun considered its rising.  No snow graced us or the land, but this stunning steel blue sky with the shimmering white was captivating.  What else to do, but look and wonder how long it could remain, because surely it had vanished as the day wore on.

FERTILE

July 4, 2011. I rounded the curve on a highway in western Minnesota a day or so earlier and this is what I saw, two rises, hillocks, in a vast green scape. Nothing really, just small rises in a flat landscape, but it stuck in my mind. Everything was farmed, except for the tops of each mound, leaving a tiny untouched oasis on the prairie.