Imaginary Places

Even the most familiar places in my home and around the rural neighborhood in which I live, so often reveal to me mysteries as clues, bridges between the past and the present, the ordinary and the remarkable. I look for them, long for them, all the while realizing they may actually be products of my imagination intermingled with recollections of the other homes, towns and cities of my past. I transform these places by projecting them forward and backward in time until they seem but artifacts of a dream through which I am a wanderer.