“Let’s be wildflowers; let our souls be scattered by the wind. Let us grow, wild and free, tall and brave, in the places that we dream, in the places where our longings are filled. Let us grow between the cracks of brokenness, and we will make everything beautiful.” G.C.
“Flying In A Blue Dream” is what came to mind when I first saw this image. Great song and album by guitarist, Joe Satriani too.
To see a World in a Grain of SandAnd a Heaven in a Wild Flower,Hold Infinity in the palm of your handAnd Eternity in an hour . . . William Blake
After a rainy day, the clouds lined up pretty good for a shot of the Mississippi Mist fountain display in downtown Muscatine. It’s a cool fountain and I mean that in every sense of the word. Its ornamentally designed to mimic the old steamboat smoke stacks and is a terrific spot to cool off on … Read more
After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, love, and so on — and have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear — what remains? Nature remains; to bring out from their torpid recesses, the affinities of a man or woman with the open air, the trees, fields, the … Read more
It would be hard to argue that any state has changed, in terms of its ecology and environment, any more than Iowa has in the last 150 years or so. The land was once dominated by native prairies, marshes, and wetlands. Today much of Iowa has been drained, cleared, and cut under by the plow. … Read more