A Journey in Five Pictures

This weekend marked an end and a beginning, embodied in one last, long trip across familiar ground toward something new.

There were signs along the way, including the always incongruous guidepost of a light across the corn (nowhere near the water).

From above, the vast scale of Iowa’s farmland — across which a guiding light might indeed be helpful — became visible in its winter uniform of browns and grays and faded greens, not yet covered in the snow to come.

There was a lot of water on the way, though, and the amazing sight of Chicago in the winter haze on Lake Michigan…

…and a bend in the river between Illinois and Indiana under a dramatic sky.

And finally I arrived at a new home, the site of my new adventure, with a holiday-bright holly tree growing in the wooded yard.

This is only the beginning of the real journey, of course — there are moving boxes and a million details in my future, and the frightening fun of starting a new job in a new place with amazing new people — but I already feel like I’m ready for this to be home.

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About L. M. Bernhardt

Deaccessioned philosopher. Occasional Musician. Academic librarian, in original dust jacket. Working to keep my dogs in the lavish manner to which they have become accustomed.
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