Places 11: Grain Fields
Grain Fields began in my head while driving South on Route 47 through North Central and Central Illinois—back when towns were small, subdivisions far away, cars were few, speed limits vague and farmlands stretched out far. It’s hard to understand if you don’t know the stories behind the images, so I’ve put references in footnotes. […]
Places 10: My Kitchen Door
Two cardinals sail in, softly feathered watchers, they sit and wait upon the deck just beyond my door. The male bird looks into me, straight into my eyes, then flies away as if to say, “Why don’t you come out and play?” Urges to rise and ride the sunshine lift my wings, then die. Today, […]


