WY: Barns, and The People of Schwabacher Landing

“The work of the eyes is done. Go now and do the heart-work on the images imprisoned within you.”-Rainer Maria Rilke, Wendung (Turning Point), Poem ❖ ❖ ❖ Because they had moved their household north into Michigan a few months before, Astrid and Bjorn flew out of a smaller airport, then changed flights in ChicagoContinue reading “WY: Barns, and The People of Schwabacher Landing”

The Dakotas: Fear, Wild Horses, and The Best Place to Cut a Narrative

An equine scream, rife with fear and anger, shot through the air like lightning to wake Astrid from almost-sleep, set her heart and mind racing. It was a high-pitched, but throaty roar of what sounded like a very wild and nearby horse. **Just a little note for next time- this is the best, better place toContinue reading “The Dakotas: Fear, Wild Horses, and The Best Place to Cut a Narrative”

The First Raven, Battered Batteries, and Gradients

{The Longest} Day 2.2   The robotic voice of Google Maps directed them away from San Francisco Airport toward the city by way of a wide, undistinguished highway. After a dozen quick miles, it led them to an inefficient scenic route that took them through neighborhoods of narrow, high houses standing like books on aContinue reading “The First Raven, Battered Batteries, and Gradients”