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A fevered pitch
The four horseman
The four horseman
Smile lines crack his otherwise smooth skin, resembling a weathered rock face. “I’m bold in my climbing style. And, I don’t want to say foolish, but maybe I should.”
The four horseman
The four horseman
The four horseman
After years of country-wide searching, of gentle prodding and pointed questions, Roger Jensen and Jim Oliver found themselves in Pelican Rapids, Minnesota.
Let’s talk trash
The four horseman
Rich soil, rich history
The reality is, a low-waste Instagram influencer isn’t going to pop out of the freezer section and admonish you for buying an unrecyclable carton of ice cream.
Rich soil, rich history
Photographer of opportunity
Rich soil, rich history
The origin story of the Red River Valley began 12,000 years ago. Contrary to its name, the area was not formed by the Red River, it is not a valley and it isn’t red.
Photographer of opportunity
Photographer of opportunity
Photographer of opportunity
Beauty isn’t exclusive to the vast plateaus of the Grand Canyon, the glacial waters of Banff or the spruces that stand sentinel over alpine meadows in Montana.
The monarch metaphor
Photographer of opportunity
Photographer of opportunity
Ashley Fliflet has been raising something in her suburban, downtown backyard for years. They don’t take up much space, but they eat more than their body weight in food.
The prairie’s forgotten cemetery
The prairie’s forgotten cemetery
The prairie’s forgotten cemetery
A group faced a stooping wire fence, its gate hanging wide open. For nearly half a century, the fence was the only indication something more was tucked away in the elms.
Ink, paper, pressure
The prairie’s forgotten cemetery
The prairie’s forgotten cemetery
“I love the reaction of the ink, the paper and the pressure. You never know what you’re going to get until you pull a print, and that’s what I love about it.”
A trip to remember
The prairie’s forgotten cemetery
An ever-changing landscape
Back at our campsite, the sunset was playing dress-up with the hills, adorning them in warm purples and reds. Shadows from the failing light made the formations dramatic.
An ever-changing landscape
A little North Dakota everywhere
An ever-changing landscape
As a child growing up in rural Wheaton, Minnesota, she woke up one night to see her school ablaze, the orange hues competing with the blackness of the sky.
A little North Dakota everywhere
A little North Dakota everywhere
A little North Dakota everywhere
James Puppe’s retirement project wasn’t landscaping his front yard or building his grandchildren a treehouse, it was a 617-page book that took over 15 years to complete.
Finding Jana
A little North Dakota everywhere
A little North Dakota everywhere
At 9:08 a.m. Nov. 1, 2014, Jana Sipe Berndt became a widow. She didn’t choose the day, the time or her new title. There was no map or set of instructions to guide her.