Reflections on Place

[Note: The photo, take near the town of Wolf Creek between 1915 and 19219,  the rocky walls of Wolf Creek Canyon and Prickly Pear Creek.  The railroad tracks (still in place) run parallel to the [...]

The sun shone a bit brighter that day. And it reminded me of something else....

In the vein of how traditional artists teach their art, Wayland had an apprentice called Flibbertigibbet...

"And so, we stitch our lives, the history behind us, and our hopes for the future."

"Or, rather does the crazy quilt's power lie in what has been accomplished stitch by stitch..."

The quilt has become bound by the Seamstress of Time ever more firmly into the country's identity and cultural consciousness.

"The landscape is the product of the divine average.”

"Too often the nearby loses value, while the faraway holds the allure."

And just exactly what does a blue horse have to do with stitching a quilt?

Before the flush of June’s greening, I grabbed some time to walk up the county road that cuts through the native grassland. As I walked, I framed a view without picking a mat color, wood molding, [...]