The Long View

My Dad lived in North Dakota for decades. I remember driving around the state with him and his glee over being able to see some stand of trees that he knew was 60 miles away.  The horizon line in the Dakotas is ever-present.  

Perhaps it is in my genes. No matter what is happening in the close-up of my life, even a brief glimpse at the horizon will take me out of myself and remind me of the bigger picture.

In these pieces, I wanted to honor the horizon line.

processAnne Cleary