This morning on the way to my studio I had a most sobering experience. I drove past a load of dull army-green caskets stacked high on a tractor trailor driven by a young soldier.
"This world is insane," I said to myself out loud. War is hell, no matter how noble the cause, or brave the fighters. Freedom has an awful price and we pay with the blood of our sons and daughters. Later that day a friend walked into my studio with a story that lifetd my spirits high.
Beaming, he held in his hands a snapshot of a rusty dinner bell, a weathered post, painted and peeling, and A busy European Starling feeding her growing babies. He said it was all taking place right in his own back yard and he had taken this snapshot to prove it. I was immediately captured by the simple beauty and powerful truth of what I saw. I asked him to take me there.