As I slowly put together a new field piece, I remember the first field that I loved. My “Granpie” Silvis’ vegetable garden covered an acre (or so it seems to me) on his land that fronted Sugar Lake in Minnesota. 

I love the window seat on an airplane so that I can look at the patterns made on the earth below.  Google Earth makes window seats available all the time and around the world. 

Some Native Americans talk about it taking three generations to get used to "new ground" and to feel like you've sprung from that ground.  That may be true.  I sprung up from Minnesota ground and her corn fields must be buried deep in my psyche as the pattern of fields so often seep into my work.