local to local

Daily observations at or near Two Dot Spot, written by hand on the backs of postcards that record with ink and coffee a few minutes of the earth's orbit around the sun. The cards are physically mailed from Two Dot, Montana to those who have requested them...local to local. Ruth Marie Tomlinson


Storms have flirted with Two Dot for days… usually in the evening. Each day has broken with a clear sky and then begun to cloud over by afternoon. There had been some spits of rain, some distant thunder and enough wind to record, but tonight was different. Clouds got serious around six and by nine rain was pounding the roof. Wind roared through like the train that used to pass through Two Dot. And lightning repeatedly illuminated the entire sky. Flashes of light and then darkness… again and again and again. I counted the distance between lightning and thunder; some if it very close. We lay in bed and submitted to it until an impossibly long and detailed chorus of thunder ended it all. The wind stopped, the rain stopped, the lightning stopped and we fell asleep in the reverberating absence.