We just returned from our amazing residency at Kirkland Farm in Pennsylvania.  On our way home, we stopped by the old Bethlehem steel works, Steel Stacks, which has been converted into a dramatic cultural and tourist attraction.  We wandered for over an hour, taking pictures, reading about the work that took place here up until 1995.  T

he sheer scale is overwhelming, and trying to parse the anatomy of the structures and the choreography of what moved through them boggles the mind.  That and the silence, the emptiness, the stillness.  Do these structures remember the heat, the heavy motion, the roaring?  What are they holding now?