Our Adventurous Readers

by Brianna Van Dyke November 09, 2009

Past art contributor Steven David Johnson just sent us an email and said: "...I brought the latest Ruminate with me to the river while I was waiting around in my bird blind for the sun to rise..."

I had to first figure out what a bird blind is, and then I decided we should award him with the "most unusual place Ruminate's ever been read" award. This is the photo from his morning of reading (the brown material is part of the bird blind). So, can anyone else top this odd reading location? Big fancy award...going once, going twice...




Brianna Van Dyke
Brianna Van Dyke

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Brianna Van Dyke is the founder and editor-in-chief of Ruminate. She lives in Fort Collins, Colorado, with her husband and their two children on a working CSA farm. In addition to tending to Ruminate, she also enjoys leading retreats in the Ruminate Barn and taking retreats, too.



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