All articles filed in September 2017

Surrounded by the sound of waves lapping against the shores of Lake Superior, I watched purple and orange nylon, stitched together with fire, peek through a thin layer of fog sweeping across Bayfront Festival Park.

Sometimes beginnings are fitting.

They tangle themselves like vines through our lives, and connect to other beginnings, other endings, until they branch out into their own.

At the mouth of the Mississippi, it feels like where it all began, and keeps beginning.