I have always been compelled by edges where two or more things come together: border towns, dusk, altars, where trains cross rivers, where the land meets the sea, and where the sea meets the sky.

They are windows into truth. Not absolute and objective fact, of course, but truth as we each really see it for ourselves.

I think one of the most intriguing of these occasions is the county fair. It is where modernity meets antiquity and civic boosters rub elbows with carnies. The imagery is a swarm of wholesome agrarian values and the sinister lies of the midway..