L. Appleseed

The blog of a pioneer:
An exploration of the simple life      
A modern day Johnny Appleseed
Scenes from the new apartment. Just us two.

Scenes from the new apartment. Just us two.

Faces of the Fair

The life of a boy in a bubble

Prairie Larkspur;                                 loner of the Plains

Prairie Larkspur; loner of the Plains

Swamp Beauty

Rustic Dinner: Chicken of the Woods

Cut that wood; Start that fire; Hunt the woods; Fill your hands; Cook 

Living amongst nature; One in the same

94 degree explorations in the baddest of the Badlands

94 degree explorations in the baddest of the Badlands

Fathers and Fish

Sundays spent walking bogs

Crossing paths; we’re not always alone on this unstable ground to which we tread each day. We find ourselves, many times, walking in view of another; whether it be following, leading or side by side, they are in view. In the sights of another we gain perspective. The companion may push us forward along the trail, may grab our hand; leading, or may push us straight of track. In others we find happiness and sadness; we find support and hurt. Our nature is to seek this company in life but the breath rising and falling in my chest reminds me that I am my own and am alone in control of my path; we forget this too often. I can only count on myself to continually place each foot in front of the other. Walk only alongside others that grab your hand and lead your forward; know that you can go it alone but always have an open hand, heart and mind to which another may reach out to.