On a contemplative Sunday, baking bread and trying to plan a Northern Plains museum's future even as it looks deeply into the past, I am drawn inexorably to the words of Ivan Doig. Enjoy.
"Men and women are hard ore, we do not go to slag in a mere few seasons of forge."
"The spaces between stars are where the work of the universe is done."
"Even when it stands vacant the past is never empty".
"I am a writer, not a transcriber."
"Childhood is the one story that stands by itself in every soul."
"There is more time than there is expanse of the world and so any voyage at last will end."
"Life is mostly freehand."