Milk Farm
Milk Farm. A sign that is now a roadside attraction, where the cow jumps over the moon. A story in two part harmony about when there was more than a sign here. And when you could get anything you wanted.
Memories
Down at the Station
On our way to the Iceland Noir writing festival we first stopped in Portland. There was a geocache at the train station. An old woman in the waiting room seemed to have had no schedule to meet. Street people in the park were going through their day. Our collective memory filled the air, down at the station on a windy day.