i got me dem tornado blues

missin’ this place already

view

trilaterating

thinking about the vinland fair

a restful day with the neighbors

more ice

in the middle of everything

In the middle

Of what? The country, my life, my career. Or am I in the middle or at the end or maybe the beginning? Do any of us know? I bellyache about not knowing why. Why am I in Kansas after being a rabid New Yorker for close to 40 years? I wore it like a badge. Now I am in the middle of the country living on a gravel road working with a group of people I didn’t know existed till about 4 years ago. They were here. I wasn’t and now I am.

I am sitting on my couch looking out onto ice covered trees with a partial view of the 200 acres now called home. Not even a thought on the horizon in my loft under a sewing factory in Williamsburg. It was another world.