Nov. 10, 2017

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A little sandwich shop self analysis.  This morning we stopped at the shop to get my granddaughter's lunch for her class trip.  I watched the order ahead of us get piled with all manner of stuff.  Very unappealing.  For me it's meat, onions, and maybe peppers.  That way I can focus on and fully enjoy the individual flavors.  Is it that way with wildflowers?   And maybe even bogs?  I can get up close and enjoy the beauty of leatherleaf, and not so much notice the acid muck I'm standing in?  Or is my mind just strangely wandering while I'm standing in a boring line at the shop?

This is an autumn view of a lakeshore bog in Michgan's Irish Hills.