homesick that is. When I lived in Kansas for grad school I would miss Idaho, specifically the family farm, immensely. And now, living in Idaho, during the fall I miss Kansas like crazy. Something about the season turns me to mush and I get really sentimental and teary. I remember making my commute to Lawrence when we were in Kansas, crying part of the way. It was during one fall that I worked on a photo postcard project in a little town called Desoto Kansas. I spotted the most beautiful old home and asked the owner if I could shoot images with his home in the background. He said yes and also gave us a tour of the restored home, which was amazingly generous of him. This produced a collection I call "Writing Home: A Postcard Project." I remember that time in my life so fondly and maybe that's part of what makes fall feel just right.