This year of Prarie Winds have been amazing I got to meet new people and amazing artists and writers . I love how we were so different from each other but yet we had so many things in common. The trip was amazing and being able to go back to the camp, where some of our best creativity bloomed was amazing. Being able to learn a new technique was so exciting,  and it just opened us to another whole world of art. I also got to make some new friends and learn their hobbies.  The camp was camp relaxing! The food was outstanding,  and when you take a hike it's so peaceful. I would come back,  if a certain someone would let me. ;) *hint hint*

Emily Kohls Art Reflection

I had a new and interesting experience at the Prairie Winds Young Writers' and Artists' Camp. Our artist mentor this year, Debbie Waggoner taught us how to make art using fibers: fiber art! It was a really neat experience and I learned a new way of making art. We felted bars of soap using fibers. We made our own batts of fiber using a drum carder and then turned that fiber into felt. We then used this felt to make whatever we wanted; I made an iPod pouch. I also made a ball for my kitten, Ginger. You use a ball of fiber for the base and then wrap yarn around it until you have the whole base covered. You then put in the washing machine, then the dryer. Finally, it's ready! Working and creating with the fibers and felt with Debbie Waggoner was new and fun experience and I learned a new way to create art.

Maren pulled off the road and checked her map and her mileage . Yes, she had gone seven miles from Nurse’s Landing but the map did not show the fork in the road. Here she was with night approaching wondering which of the two roads was the one she needed to go to Proctor Point. Robert Frost sprung to mind but this road less traveled looked all but impassable so she chose the less overgrown route and drove on. Thankfully not a mile down the broken tarmac ,she spotted a an arrow shaped sign barely clinging to its oak tree perch pointing her direction which said Proctor Point. Mentally she gave Frost and his less traveled the one finger salute and went down the road. Thirty minutes later the road ended in a curve that became a winding driveway bordered by tall trees on either side whose branches seemed to scratch the skies and reach for the emerging moon. Maren peered down the road at the house that was coming into view. Multi storied with gabled windows and two ell shaped wings it dominated the landscape. She pulled her battered Volkswagon bug to a stop in front of the door and surveyed the house’s nearly paintless exterior . Despite herself , she shivered as she thought,” Good lord, I have inherited the Bates Motel”