“I prefer winter and fall, when you can feel the bone structure in the landscape—the loneliness of it—the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it—the whole story doesn’t show.” Andrew Wyeth, American Painter Atop the bony carcass of the northern landscape sits our shop; situated on a howling valley, it is our small refuge. […]

In every corner of rural America, things blend together. The land seamlessly shifts from river valleys to hill country; fields snake in and out of forests and forests in and out of fields; people move in and out of hard times and cornucopias of venison, corn, and weddings; they migrate to the city, they migrate […]