Peacham
Kathy’s father lived near here and sometimes on our way home we would take the long way, away from the interstate. I’ve always found that being forced to slow down forces me to see things differently, which is how inspiration often strikes. Peacham sits up high, in open, farmed land that creates more expansive horizons than other parts of Vermont. I remember being struck by the way trees broke away from forests and edged the fields and roads that border the land on their way past farms, cemeteries, churches to and from various destinations.
Kathy’s father lived near here and sometimes on our way home we would take the long way, away from the interstate. I’ve always found that being forced to slow down forces me to see things differently, which is how inspiration often strikes. Peacham sits up high, in open, farmed land that creates more expansive horizons than other parts of Vermont. I remember being struck by the way trees broke away from forests and edged the fields and roads that border the land on their way past farms, cemeteries, churches to and from various destinations.
Kathy’s father lived near here and sometimes on our way home we would take the long way, away from the interstate. I’ve always found that being forced to slow down forces me to see things differently, which is how inspiration often strikes. Peacham sits up high, in open, farmed land that creates more expansive horizons than other parts of Vermont. I remember being struck by the way trees broke away from forests and edged the fields and roads that border the land on their way past farms, cemeteries, churches to and from various destinations.