5/24/2017

Exploring these green rolling hills is strangely familiar to being lost at sea. Every direction only points to more green rolling hills. How far can one walk until you find something worth stopping for? Would you walk until collapse or will there be a great treasure waiting for you at the end.

"Poem of the open prairie, couplet of the spread-out sky,
Metaphor of mistletoe and milkweed: who will write Oklahoma?"
- Dean Rader