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  • I found this lovely Jack-in-the-Pulpit hiding in our urban forest.

    There seems to be no end to the beauty and variety of this narrow strip of land...only one block wide in some places.

    It often sounds like the city...planes, trains, and automobiles. Not to mention people and dogs. Today, however, only planes...no trains. And a dog. And a human to whom the dog doesn't listen.

    Yet, with all that, the forest looks and feels wild and natural. And filled with natural beauty!

    I do wax on....


    [Photo by Barbara, Minneapolis, Minnesota, Spring 2012]
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