dust to dust...

I have spent most of my life on the great plains of North America, living near the Mississippi River. I have spent most of that time disliking this place, cursing its isolation, its rural nature, its 'flatness'.

But as I have matured and developed, I have found myself drawn to lines. I love long, low, sloping lines, like the ones found in the Prairie style of architecture. Upon realizing this fact, my long standing distaste for the prairie evaporated and was replaced with the realization that I am formed and shaped by the land in which I was raised. We are dust.