Fayette County, A Walking Contradiction

Between Two Rivers, Where the Grass is Greener

Fayette. County. Artist.

Three simple words that are the keystone that holds it all together for me.

I’m sitting here with coffee #1, after greeting and breakfasting all twenty chickens, taking the deep breaths of my favorite slice of silence before the rumbling of the day starts, and thinking of my father.

He was born in Fayette County, as was his mother, and her mother before her. One branch of our family, The Luce’s, owned farmland that seems to touch every part of my life to this day. Before Henry Clay Frick signed the deed to open the hillsides of Banning #2 and changed the world, even before it was called The Rainbow Mine back in its very primitive years, The Ruins land was farmed by The Luce Family. My family. My father traced our connection to this patch of earth back to 1868.

Fayette County is name…