long before recording Benicia’s hazy fall light falling through the window of a ’45 Chevy I continuously chronicled my wanderings and obsessively edited the results but am only now going through the years of slide carousels to record where what is. Dates to create metadata…
returning, on the wall, to Huerfano County, Colorado or
Malheur County, Oregon; Jackson Summit, Woolhawk Junction, Red Tank,
No Crossing Crossing, Big Antelope, Pole Creek, Sacramento Hill, down to Drummond basin…up the Owyhee River, walking, to the remnants of Five Bar. Many times in those times past.
Stateline Camp [unceremoniously located on the Idaho-Nevada border],
Devil’s Corral, Nevada, and
much further back [1964], I found I’d mapped made-up unknowns heading
unknowably towards the present presences.
Another night images turned up of dogs now gone at the Devil’s Corral
and Coyote Hole on the south fork of the Owyhee, ditto. Waterdog, gone.
This nocturnal project continued until interrupted by a trip to the City [as, back in the distant, blurry past, it once was known]
to see how “Figment” looked in all its lit and finished splendor, where the Artist, present,
spoke to the Curious as well as the many friends who came out in support and adulation
after which the gallery treated a discreet entourage to a very nice dinner in the neighborhood. We returned home in the night to enthusiasms of Big Black Dogs and, later, hazy Sunday sun.
Then it was again back in time, October 2005 and beyond….Smoke Creek Desert,
Catlow Valley; fewer trips like that these days, way fewer [this fall I only barely got away for a
couple of hours], different canines, different horizons…
different interiors in so many ways.