Ron Lutz II ~ Photographer

We’d locked eyes as it had slowly flown through the high canopy. The tall oaks rooted in the bottom of the rocky rimmed grag on which I s...

Dark thoughts lifted away. Their wings feathered with the moments that torture me. The times I’ve forgotten myself. They turn and bank into...

As I coasted to a quiet stop a small herd of pronghorn grazed on patches of green just to the side of the road. The second fastest land a...

As I left the hotel to start my second day of driving I was in much better spirits. The route I had taken the day before had helped make ...

I’d left our home in Wisconsin and driven for nearly fifteen hours the previous day. Had I taken the main roads I may have saved a few ho...

My prolonged isolation in the tiny patches of Driftless prairie remnants has made me somewhat “elusive” with other people. I’ve only been...