I dreamed I found the Fishkill Supply Depot last night. First, I found its magazine, a wonderful dome-like structure of brick, carved into Round Mountain. In the dream, thousands came to marvel at it and it was suddenly significant.
I do think about this place, this compressed Revolutionary War military city, lacking honor, lacking its physical space. I keep getting drawn to this story. There is something about disenfranchised historic places. They have their own power to draw you in even with their stories immobilized.
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This blog is centered around the physical environment of the United States, not the private vistas, but the common world we share -- its fragile history, its sweeping beauty and mosaic of divergent life.
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