TIME AND SPACE IN NEW ENGLAND

Updated: May 4


TIME AND SPACE IN NEW ENGLAND


Driving in Vermont looking for old barns to photograph, stop to talk to a farmer who finally says he has to get some work done before the bugs. He means

Mayflies, a curse on sky-clad witches reminding us with a New Englander's pursed lips to not become overly enchanted with what spring offers. Two miles down the road an old woman sitting on her porch waves her cane at me. I wave back. She's more resonant than church bells,

and more subversive. A swarm

of something burns in the shadow

of my much-fingered thoughts.


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