Beyond the rail fence is the prairie preserve.
Virgin prairie!
Well, maybe you had to be there.
One day I set up my lawn chair and wrote in my notebook and dug the prairie.
A natural spring on the prairie.
And here is a natural tree.
I walked along these trails and was very thoughtful. Because that was my job.
Bridge over the Skokie river.
I left the trails once and found the trashy railroad overpass.
This is an older studio building at the edge of the meadow.
Daisies! Growing in nature.
Little Dork on the Prairie.
