Monday, April 16, 2012

Art Out my Window...

At a railroad crossing in Wabash.

It was just a few years ago that I received a Lily Grant. The purpose of the grant was to study the life and works of Carl Sandburg. I flew to Oregon and traveled by train down the coast of California and then back up to Chicago. I spent ten days on the road...on the train, off the train.

However, the premise of the trip was extended as I traveled. I began to weave together the lives of Hemingway, Steinbeck, Fitzgerald as well as Sandburg.

I have often wondered how did their pathways cross or did they?
I also did not solve the question of whether or not Sandburg was a hobo who traveled and became a writer because of his adventures, or was he a writer in search of the hobo life for the stories he would later write?

Farewell, November!

  Elizabeth Coatsworth once wrote, “November comes, and November goes with the last red berries and the first white snows…” We are certainly...