I used to grow food for the architecture school at Taliesin. There were several perks to offset the guilt I felt for my Carbon-heavy commute, one being a small town fix I got every time I made the drive. Mazomanie, a sleepy town between Madison and Spring Green, got most of my attention, especially after I met who I now consider my pseudo grandparents. Although they shower me with praise, homemade wine, and gifts from the garden, theres a part of me that knows I shamelessly forced a friendship on them. With my actual grand-folks long gone, I may have gotten a tad excited when I spotted Willard on the sidewalk, who not only agreed to let me take his portrait, but introduced me to his lovely wife, Pearl.
As someone who considers environmental stewardship to be one of the more important things in life, I'm especially tuned in when elders describe changes in the land. This clip focuses on that and carries the dismal mood we feel in Wisconsin after winter has outstayed its welcome.. BUT I will eventually revisit the footage and share the rest of the interview, complete with unrelated (and wonderfully unique) stories about living entire lives in Mazo. I may even get them to do a cheery Spring shoot once we've all thawed out. Stay tuned!