Art on the Trail

Yesterday, I served as a pallbearer for my wife’s grandmother’s funeral.  Eldora was born in Little Wolf, Wisconsin in 1918 and was buried in Little Wolf, Wisconsin.  She was 99 years old and lived in her own house until she was 90.  She polka danced until she was 97.   And she loved to drink a half-glass of my home-brewed beer at special family gatherings.  As a recent commenter pointed out, none of us knows what the future holds, but Eldora was a standard setter for living life fully.

Art on the Trail

This is an event in Lodi, Wisconsin during May, celebrating art, poetry, music, and musings.  The opening was held last night at D Squared Studios and Spring Creek Art Works.  After our long drive yesterday to the funeral and back home, we stretched our legs on the Gibraltar Rock segment.

This morning, we woke up at sunrise and hiked the Slack’s Hill segment from the Merrimac Ferry.  All along the trail, artists have strategically placed works of art, reminding us of the connection between nature and art.  Some of the art requires sharp eyes, as it is designed to blend into the surroundings or disappear over time.

Decorated wood rounds are dispersed along the trail with famous quotes and not-so-famous quotes.

This one was my favorite by a guy I want to learn more about:

Finally, I leave you with a piece of art that my wife Julia has been working on.  She has learned to weave over the last few years.  We still have to find a place on the trail for it.