Two places provide the greatest inspiration, for they are the two places I know well: the first is the family place in Prince Edward County. The haunted farm house, the ancient apple trees long past bearing, fields slowly devolving back to bush, have provided me with a lens through which to see the world: man-made beauty inevitably eroded; Eden’s creeping return. The second is the neighbourhood in which I grew up, is the same one I live in now. I know its nooks and crannies, have watched it change over more than four decades with its prim exteriors and rotting back alleys. The struggle between the two - the striving to build, the force of decay – is not unlike the constant march of the junipers across once-empty fields.