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In my dreams, I live on the outskirts of towns like these.

When I wake up, I’m driving a fifteen-year-old sedan through a bigger small town situated in the remote corn fields of northwestern Missouri.


People where I grew up don’t really understand that something between the ghost towns of old movies and country songs and their micropolitan areas are 19th century buildings lining the two-lane highways cutting across large spaces of the middle United States. Continue reading “Show Me”

Two very different images

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Down the road, there is this liquor store that always changes ownership. With its latest change in hands, this monstrous and ridiculous blow-up gorilla has been advertising for at least a month. Every time I pass, I can’t stop thinking about how strange it is and how it would never make me want to buy anything from that store.

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Images From the Summer

These are just a few photos from the summer that I like to remember. There are so many more, but I’d have to upload them.

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PG will be convalescing, collecting more stories and images for you. We will resume the business of blog keeping upon my return.



You Can Have Your Own

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When I took this, I was too afraid of being noticed, so I set my camera on the checkerboard rug where my husband and I had reached a stalemate and I snapped this picture. The father on the right in the pink shirt was trying to gather all his boys to the counter to order their ice cream. When I saw this family, I thought of my own, when it was an ordeal to go out and when it was a celebration to have your own—of anything. Moments like this made our vacations. Even the older brother not pictured here was so excited that he could hardly stand still.

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