“And we do not have to travel far to get away from our less considered habits. The places that move us most deeply are often the ones we recognize like long-lost friends; we come to them with a piercing sense of familiarity, as if returning to some source we already know.” — Pico Iyer, The Art of Stillness: Adventures in Going Nowhere
Mile Marker 532, 16″x22″
“Solitude is pleasant. Loneliness is not.” — Anna Neagle
“When the subject is strong, simplicity is the only way to treat it.” — Jacob Lawrence
Mile Marker 462, 35″x51″
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If you reveal your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees. — Khalil Gibran
Mile Marker 303, 35″x51″
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“There is a muscular energy in sunlight corresponding to the spiritual energy of wind.” — Annie Dillard
Mile Marker 463, 35″x51″
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“I was born on the prairies where the wind blew free and there was nothing to break the light of the sun.” — Geronimo
Mile Marker 206, 35″x51″
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One supposes something should be said
about these rows of earthen posts–
stones only in composition, stretching sandstone-yellow red
as far as wire strands will lead them, hosts
along some prairie pasture, or down deserted tractor lanes,
hunkered up against the snow and wind, lost
out in fields of swishing grain,
not rock or post to the untrained eye,
rather an innuendo of both; the plain
truth is how alone the sky
can set them off the best.
After a rain perhaps, their rich brown dye
infests the air around them as if to test
the theories of application. Whoever thought
that quarried limestone could bless
this flattened landscape, then wrought
stones from the earth and fought them–
each a squarish, irregular gem–into place . . .
his mark the winds have not erased.
Jeff Boyer
Jeff and I met last summer while I was doing a show here in Kansas City, and we had a great conversation about art, literature and the Kansas Flint Hills. Thank you Jeff for sharing your work with us – it is beautiful.
Have you seen post rocks? Are they used anywhere besides Kansas?