I took this photo at the Janice Holt Giles arts and crafts festival in October 2007.
When I was a child
her world was a far away place,
a magical place, Piney Ridge,
where apple blossoms fell as pink rain
on people’s heads and everyone spoke
with rich voices, rising and falling like hills,
flowing like rivers. I didn’t know
her world was my own back yard
and her characters, the men and women
who built my town. I have always lived
on the real Piney Ridge.