For twenty years, I lived in the middle of endless woods where North American Indians used to live. Our yard bordered on the Mohawk Trail that began as a Native American footpath in the Berkshire Mountains. It was used for hunting, trade, and social calling between Indian tribes. Our house, a beautiful observatory, stood on top of a hill, far from the rest of the world. In the yard stood great antennas and aerials that picked up signals from the planet Jupiter. Inside, we had not only complete machine rooms; we also had all kinds of imaginable radio astronomical and mechanical bits and pieces to fire the imagination.This rich combination of flora and fauna, telescope houses and technically mystifying objects formed a unique territory for my work.