Agriculture remains a great artform, one that has shaped the West and specifically the eastern Colorado High Plains.

The work of our hands: in many ways, is us.

I believe permanence is measured by perspiration. I am not ready to call a place home until I smell like it.

There goes Iriel down pon the Bayou She walks barefoot, i say me o my o

the calendar in a mother’s home are the flowers on the table

I often dream in the field.

Last night, my sister and I watched the full Harvest Moon rise over the mountains on the western slope of the Rockies.

We believe that the understanding of place begins with the development of a holistic context.