Not quite a week away…reading about Richard Diebenkorn, wondering how differently I might have fared growing up middle class in the thirties and the forties, obsessed with making art. But boy did he get going after the War; unbelievable numbers of drawings, trying and trying
things out, as opposed to, say, growing up middle class in the fifties with Beatniks and AE practitioners in Life and Time and then the turmoil of the sixties, which I’ve been amply sampling in retrospect, first thinking back on the Summer of Meth as aforementioned…but later for the rest.
Meanwhile, outside, other days, present days and
Thursday L., after numerous subsequent adventures, finally reached Wall.
We immediately instituted our traditions of the Morning Walk,
lunch at the lunchpond,
and evenings on the East Porch
as well as our annual visit to the neighbors’ Memorial Day Weekend Planet X Pottery Sale, after which Aggie found a snake.
From the Porch
a train
but no rain…still still water, however.
Summer, begun, 2017.
M
As Tweedle Drumph blows off European allies abroad and global climate reality, it’s reassuring to see the beauty out there at Wall Spring. We can only hope that when our moronic Humpty Drumpty falls off his xenophobic wall he hasn’t turned the planet into a complete wasteland. Sigh, at least, if we’re still around, you’ll be able to make some nice art out of that desert. I especially like the evening shadows (and trains) painted across the Smoke Creek from your east porch.
What did Aggie do with that snake?
On second thought, realizing you were in Europe for it, you probably have a somewhat different slant on the Trump Triumphant Tour the local propagandists spew forth here, hmmm?
Aggie cautiously kept her distance as the snake slowly slunk into the woodpile…
Just love how vivid the colors are and how clear and sharp the air. What a lovely retreat, sorely needed these days, indeed. I bet it is blissful watching those shadows shift across the mountains…….