Worth a thousand words

Sunset - This is the sight I drove towards yesterday evening as I was returning from a full day out wandering my county and taking pictures of community events for the paper.

I may complain about how little I make at my part time paper job, but there is one thing I can honestly say about it - it's days like yesterday...wandering about...talking with people...learning about future, past and present through their eyes..and then being trusted to share it all with others - it truly makes for a full life of living, rather than just existing.....

Here is a glimpse into my day yesterday....

The day started with a trip over to the Labor Day Fly-In at the Mauston-New Lisbon Airport..an annual event that always gathers a crowd - A little airport nestled between corn fields comes alive with planes, an auto show, vendors and much more..

planes

Kyle drooling over cars...

Community coming together...

Next on my list to cover was the 2nd Annual Potluck at Stewarts Chapel ..just outside of Mauston ...again, in the middle of farms and cornfields. Going to this event for the Juneau County Historical Society always is like stepping back into time..many of the people who attend have lived in the area their entire lives, and have ancestors who built the area into what it is...many stories...many memories..and what Justin loves most about the event - lots of free food!

Rich in history...

Just imagine how many stories are contained within those walls..

Memories shared....

Food expressing the sense of community....

Simple beauty of the past...

After taking my leave from the potluck I returned home for a bit and then headed out later in the day for yet another celebration of community. One where yet again memories of loved ones were being shared, but this time those memories and the gathering was an effort to make a future brighter for someone with cancer, and their families...

Two days filled with kickball, games, beer, food, music and community...

However, it's those balloons where the real meaning of the gathering takes place...each one is in honor of someone who has either passed away or survived cancer...

And then..it was after this that I returned home and on my way saw...

The exclamation point to a beautiful day!

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