New Stories

"For last year's words belong to last year's language and next year's words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning." T.S. Elliot

I used this picture as the big white mound you see behind the trees on the left side was made to cover up a smallish (by modern standards) hazmat site. For now it is a man made hill with mulch that will grow grass, but eventually it will be covered with wildflowers and trees. This is the beginning of another story.