Prairie Oaks Institute

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Thanks to Chris Johnson, the Center for Servant Leadership at Gustavus, and the amazing and beautiful Prairie Oaks Institute in Belle Plaine for an incredible weekend: retreat, rejuvination, reflection, and old and new friends--"live encounters," every one.


Comments

  1. AmyOctober 11, 2011 at 8:46 AM

    Oooooh, that looks like someplace I need to go. Have you been to the Richard T. Anderson hiking trails in EP? So gorgeous.

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  2. Emily BrisseOctober 11, 2011 at 11:40 AM

    I have not been there! Sounds like an adventure. What a lovely weekend the last one way, huh? :)

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  3. Wild_BillOctober 11, 2011 at 7:34 PM

    Photographs kind of say it all here, don't they. Looks wonderful.

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  4. Emily BrisseOctober 11, 2011 at 8:51 PM

    T'was, Bill. T'was in all kinds of ways. Thanks, as always, for the comment!

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  5. Minnesota Prairie RootsOctober 17, 2011 at 2:32 PM

    Lovely, lovely images, Emily. You know I'm a major fan of sharing the details in scenes through photography and you've done that well here.

    Even though I really don't like roosters much at all, I certainly do like your photo of one.

    BTW, nice to share the MinnPost weekend photo round-up with you again.

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  6. Emily BrisseOctober 17, 2011 at 3:44 PM

    I agree, Audrey. It's fun to have photos do the talking sometimes.

    PS: Your rooster comment makes me believe there's a story in there somewhere... :)

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