My best friend, Cassie, and I built a village for the fairies who lived in the woods. We took little sticks, broke them into even smaller pieces, brought them into my basement and we hot glue gun-ed them into little houses. A storm, the ‘blizzard of ‘96’, came through New Jersey and we could only imagine what it had done to our fragile little town-- to the fairies who lived there, huddled up close to one another, their leaf-thin wings flapping, tearing as snowflakes took down their new homes.
I rarely approach that part of our woods for fear of finding that indeed it is lost--in the same way that I fear coming across the spot where my dog Daisy--where my dog Coco, too, is buried. These images help reconcile my new, often disorienting experience with ‘home,’ with family, where the sacred can still be found, where I am asked to consider resurrection, where the crickets, unaware of me and my anticipation of them, continue to sing.
You shall know the truth and the truth shall make you odd.- Flannery O'Connor
The above photograph was first published in the Wall Street Journal, accompanying renown jazz critic Will Friedwald's article on Mona's.
Dennis Lichtman of Mona's Hot Four
I was privileged to be a part of the creation of this community in Denver. I took these photographs the day before we left Colorado for North Carolina. This self-governed tiny home community, despite its success, will have to find a new location come January, as the city of Denver is only permitting six month leases per location. Somehow, it's unclear how this requirement aligns with Denver's supposed hope to end homelessness.