We are nearly finished filming the Quilt Barns Project.  Yesterday went well – better than expected, as sunlight melted away the gloomy low-hanging clouds and spilled a happy glow over the barn walls.  There’s something wonderful about those old barns – the solid frames, the names and dates carved into rafters, or spelled out in cement.  They are an old grandparent sharing stories of a quieter time, still engaged in the art of quiet observation.  

And I feel a little inkling of pride knowing we have contributed to the history of these magnificent structures.  Our names may not appear on the squares, but some part of us is poured into every line, the shared story of our collective history as a community.  We are so fortunate to live in such a place as this.