Among the deserted flat lands of South Dakota, we faced huge topographical changes in an instant. Land would suddenly disappear to reveal Grand Canyon like gorges and rises that were riddled with color and vegetation.
As we were doing laundry in Dickinson, ND, Dad found a little coffer shop. The proprietor shared that we should be sure to stop in at the visitor's center of the Painted Canyon on our way to Medora. Few do and they miss the view. It was a fabulous recommendation.
The attendant had a scope set on a herd of elk on the rise in the distance. This was our first wildlife spotting. The colors were brilliant and the shapes very pleasing to the eye.
Over the past nine years, God has shown me how cathartic and eye-opening writing can be. I have also learned that it is much easier to cling to the Maker in times of despair, thus I am finding the need to learn how to negotiate the okay times with Him rather than on my own strength. I have discovered that having an audience drives me towards a deeper sense of authenticity and a more consistent intention to the task of writing. Hence, if you choose to peruse this blog, you will see what I see and what God is teaching me to see. By the way, I am the shortest one in the picture. :)
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