The first time I met Bennington Lake was the late summer of 2008. At the time I still lived in the Midwest, and I was visiting my sister. It was the first week of September and so the trails were covered in what I have come to recognize as the ‘usual, late summer, dusty haze.’ […]
…given the weather presently, I thought I would take a moment to write down my reasons for why I’m doing this challenge. Because, seriously, if I don’t have a why– I’m going to crawl back into bed and spend the rest of the day reading.
Growing up in the Midwest I used to be terrified of tornadoes. Those stormy days would sweep in, decorating the blue skies of seemingly harmless afternoons with low hanging dark wall clouds. The birds and insects would hush, giving the earth an eerie silence — the grass would take on this specific hue of green, […]