my neighbor is a massive limestone complex, almost 200 years old. and a prison. i've written about it for as long as i've shared my life here. i walk with it daily, along the walls. and until a month ago, every morning, the 8 o clock bell would swim into our house and find me. filling me a little with the energy and delight to get the day started. the day i realized that it was silent, silenced me. i sat on the porch and waited for it. and it just wasn't. like a heart that stops beating. the kingston penitentiary closed and decommissioned after 178 years.this week, my friend who works at the museum prison, invited me to tour the prison as her guest. it was an honor to wander through the grounds with my camera. it's stories and history will undulate endlessly through our little village.
on mini-retreats & revisiting older work
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