Recently, I was in Edison, talking to a friend about the windstorm. She interrupted me. “You knew that Leonard’s barn blew down?” It was a statement more than a question.
Leonard’s barn was a well-known feature of Edison, and though it was a little shabby and sway-backed with time, it had stood with the tenacity of its tenant farmer, a crusty but lovable old Norwegian, who grew the sweetest corn in the valley. Leonard was gone, but I often thought how much I wanted to include this venerable structure as the subject of a series.
Now it was gone, too.
Nature happens. So when you see something you want to capture, the invitation is clear. Do it now.
