to California, December 10 – 13th [still a while ago, innit?], with barely time to unpack,
get a haircut, catch a cold…
Sunday found fog along the straits, shaky bikeride…Monday went to the new Two Hews location but Bill still didn’t have power to the shop so I figured it would be better to leave the Tundra unfinished until times less fraught…
Early Tuesday I began to notice things weren’t exactly perfect and became even more muddled as the day progressed but somehow managed to load out what subsequently proved to be
pretty much all we needed to load out for the next two months. That done we stumbled down First and forced Gaby to open up the dining room for us on an otherwise empty Tuesday at the Union; two glasses of wine and a grilled chicken later it was home to bed, occluded.
December 13 bye bye to London the E Street dog and
at 10:37 exactly out da door, L driving all the way as I stared dumbly at the winter haze and
can’t remember whatever else..but Donner, barely any snow,
lunch [not shown] in the Truckee Safeway parking lot where we’d stopped for grapefruit [seemed like whatever it was was going to turn into a Throat], down the gorge, east
outa Sparks, up 447 to Gerlach in late brash light,
the Post Office and
our gate in exactly five hours despite the stops
to unload unpack and next day nominally well enough to walk about. Hopefully…but not
well enough for our semi-annual dinner with the neighbors.
There were Winds,
days cold and bright wherein
I managed watercolors, [very] small forays to studio, the repo
and, after Dave and Abby left, to the Parker in the ’82, driving blind into the sun, cold.
While L. took afternoon walks towards the playa I sat on the porch “taking the air” like an invalid
[Seen around Storm Queen; “Necklace” and “Insinuation”, distantly…
“Hercules”
“Refugium”
“Grey Matter”
…and the road.]
and we postponed our departure a day hoping to avoid
some nasty-looking weather out east which proved prudent; the weather, at least, improved
as predicted.
Thursday up came the sun…
as could have been foreseen.
Except that the flow of the water would be wrong the first photo takes me, at least, to the Hudson River School of the 19th Century, with that magical touch of filtered sunlight on the sail. Nice.
Be well.
F
..the water, of course, is flowing towards the wrong ocean, but as for direction I suppose it all depends which bank one’s on.
Happy New Year!
Sickly sounds an unpromising start to the new year. Hope you recover before 2019 is upon you!! Hugs to all.
Me, I’m hoping to recover before 2018, actually…
might be fun to drive that “oversize”
and why do we have to put it our names and emails these days
like we have to sign a petition?
A malingering NY bug? Hope it’s now gone.
Love the sacred toothbrush shrine!
Toothbrushes…hmm…might be some Burning Man residue. Not sure.
Although sickly, your photos still shine through.
The painterly sailboat in mist is great.
Other favs: bathroom sink shadows, dust storms on the playa, window crystals, snow on the pond #1 and Grey Matter arising from white matter.
By now I hope you’re mo’ bettah!
A bit bettah, finally, yes…still [mal]ingering. More to come…
Sorry about your cold but glad it’s getting better. Nice shots and I don’t remember your shadow being in pictures before.
Love the winter landscape out at your oasis. I have that cold right now, so your description rang true!
…and I, three weeks later, am still malingering; hope that’s not true for you!