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 been 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.
“I can remember when houses in Mazomanie were selling for 3- and $400... It’s very strange how things have changed in the years that I’ve been alive.”