Much of the landscape of my native place is like a first draft, with scratched out passages, inserts, elements that don’t seem to belong though each strong in their own right. – At Schasrs Bluff near Hastings , MN there is park next to the remains of an orchard; a feral land no longer tame or wild.
Walking in the Midwestern landscape it is sometimes difficult to find the rhythms of the natural world. What is natural? The only thing that can be trusted are the ethereal effects of light. You become a man of air and fire longing for water and soul.