Mud

welcomed back the well-traveled sculptures

and the dogs as the willows greened up

and our Lago Ephemerale returned.

Within a very few days the road to the chairs became navigable

and thanks to Dundas Tuesday was Door Day,

which brightened up L.’s studio considerably by Wednesday.

[more doors]

The Repo come Mayo will need some attention, however, but

here

despite all the green locally

it was a week of browns to whites and back to browns over on the Fox Range,

symmetrical for sure.  Meanwhile, as the winds dried everything out,

some people still insisted on remaining as wet as possible.

A last walk segued

into briefly breakfasting,

out the gate before nine,

five gallons of gas in Gerlach

to make it down the road

to Nixon’s outskirts…afterwards

filled up in Wadsworth, paused east of Truckee,

lunched at Heather Glen, sat through Friday’s increasingly stupid* traffic

and was in Benicia to unload art, retrieve the ’45 [not shown] and unload the rest,

in advance of imminent collapse, by 4:00. Then rain…

*Stupid of me to make the drive on a Friday.