After all that, while L. was away the week in California, and though the weather continued

pleasant, everything slowed, everything seemed to take a little longer; I began cutting out studio time, trying to put together narration for an unseen video about the library show which all

came up stupid. The mindless work of reed-gathering, back and forth past “Fumerole”,

perfectly sited at the Frog Pond, continued without a hitch, however.*

Rare as studio visitations had become there was an even rarer Pelican Visitation one morning…

and scenes seen

as well as the unavoidable Dogs.

Dried cattail collecting continued, as Tara had left an endless supply, and the weather

remained amenable until Linda , having successfully overseen the installation of “Spindrift”,

her largest commission to date, beside the Bay in Burlingame, returned.  Soon after

we began to suffer the inexorably rising temperatures which ultimately

drove us out of Nevada four days ahead of schedule, leaving barely time to wrap things up

as it got warmer

and

warmer

and

well, warmer.

Hotter**, even, although I did get the burnpile under control for the season before Wednesday

was devoted to packing for the migration from our personal green zone to

the “Green Zone” of Green River Utah…

 

*The overly observant will notice, however, a trailer hitch on the ’82 Chev; different hitch.

**Although it rarely got much over a hundred it seems we’re both, L. in particular, more affected by it now, so had to go.