Every year I choose a different spot on our 186 acre site to present our Theatre Off The Grid productions- this year it's a spot nestled out of site of the road or the centre- and over time the site reverts to its original overgrown state.
Today I visited the stage from Our Town last year, and there isn't a trace of our production left. How wonderfully transitory the whole thing is- and how strangely sad too.
Over time the fields and forests of this place will fill with the ghosts of Homer, Wilder, Day and McKay- and the people who listened. At the same time the cycle of life here-Coyotes, turtles, birds, deer- comes eating its way through our stages. I think the impermanence of it all makes the drama we stage here more poignant. We're constantly reminded that, no matter how we try, it will all change.
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