This time from my dorm room rather than the laundry room, but this was inspired by Spring Garden Lutheran Church in Cannon Falls, Minnesota. I have been a displaced Minnesotan for a while, it seems. Either that or I have a Dorothy-like problem with not recognizing the value of home until I'm no longer there.
I've been to two confirmations at Spring Garden and I have just the faintest recollection of it. Heck, there may not even be a cemetary near the church, but I kind of think there is. I also loved the aerial photographs of my grandparents' farms, a perspective which was woven into this half-remembered, half-imagined landscape.