Leaf is my identity, looks fragile, simple, but necessary, and it's green as it's alive, only lonely, as it's alone in the jungle of life.
Yes, the existence of leaf is not limited merely by space and time, but simply comes and goes following the cycle of life.

That's how the stories here are narrated, as it was witnessed by the lonely green leaf.

Just remember, life is not really alive when you cannot use and express your own imagination freely.
But if that's happen, just read the leaf imagination narrated here, and dream of it.

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Prairie is my garden

Hey, it’s been a while since I left B-town, how are you today my hometown? Brookings South Dakota: a little town in the prairie?  

Talking about the prairie, my mind goes to Harvey Dunn, an American painters who masterpieces of prairie drawing. The most well-known paintings he has, is titled 'Prairie is my garden', showing a mother and two of her kids gathering flowers from the prairie (where it is said supposed to be in Great Plains). 


Prairie is my garden (Harvey Dunn)


As recognition for Harvey Dunn works, South Dakota Art museum in Brookings houses most of his best paintings. And it is a street dedicated with his name in the town, a street that I used to pass every day during 3.4 years of dwelling in B-town. Once, I used to live in a house that my good friends called a castle (see the pic), right in the corner of Harvey Dunn Street and 8th Avenue, just two blocks from Wecota Hall, my office (not anymore). Well, my stay at that house, unfortunately, was my best time in Brookings.


Recently, the town park McCrory Garden which is just across of my old apartment at Mills adds to collection a sculpture of Harvey Dunn well-known work 'prairie is my garden'. Take a look. I love it. I think people in Brookings really know how to cherish and prettify the 'simple' town in the prairie.

The sculpture in the garden (psttt ... I don't like the green basket in the background either)


I wish I will come back to visit B-town, if I could (and if I want). Not now, not soon, and won’t be in the very near future (I guess). Yet, I (still) want to have a pic of the sculpture in a winter: a very cold and heavy winter. 

Let see.

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