After that day in town we were pretty ready
for Dave Cornelius’ annual plug-in to the dryer socket,
this year with special guest Kathy Moore who had never been here. We served them
Liz’ Tamales and the next day were treated to a semi-annual propane delivery
followed by an obligatory visit to the Mystery Site [no mysteries were unravelled],
a treat of a dinner thanks to their orzo salad and after a farewell breakfast on the porch
I decamped to Gardner to meet with an acupuncturist about my weak link feet and they
were gone, autopiloting up through the mountains to ultimately land in Keenesburg Colorado
in time to visit the animals. We meanwhile, after a rare day home alone,
visited Dean’s dome for the annual Lbre meeting [10:00 – 3:20]
and then,
forty minutes later, were at Leon and Arielle’s for a membership meeting
which went, with a couple of exceptions, better than expected if not as well as one might have
hoped, allowing us to finally be back on the porch for dinner by seven…
Sunday was mostly quiet although Scott Johnson, sculptor and architect extraordinaire,
dropped by with son Walker for an hour between lunch and studio with many interesting thoughts including but not limited to an interest in perhaps resurrecting Trigger…
there was still a little studio to be had that afternoon and the bike in the morning
before Gardner, Desireé, brilliant smokeless skies,
the usual dog[s]
and a newish moon coming.
Bliss.
We keeo trying…
A rock on a rock with an overlay of light and shadow. What an eye! Always a delight.
Light and shadow, shadow and light; I remember the delight of moving into third Street above you [with those windows east and west!] after two years in the Page Street basement. Dogpatch, 1980…
Chalon-sur-Saône awaits your and Linda’s return, Michael… perhaps in time to celebrate the bi-centenary of the very first photo ever shot by a camera (10 km. away)
https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:View_from_the_Window_at_Le_Gras,_Joseph_Nic%C3%A9phore_Ni%C3%A9pce.jpg?uselang=fr
Get me a bench to sit on and contemplate a wall-sized projection of that photo beneath your text ‘After that day in town we were pretty ready’—as worth the looking as any Van Gogh or Cézanne (smile)
Does a museum devoted entirely to photography exist? Imagine a gallery projecting photographs across its walls instead of hanging them… a “Photopticon” – exhibits changing everyday – how many photographs have you posted in years past?
Oh, we wish! And wish you all the best…
Maybe the sculpture was struck by lightening
Silent lightning out of a clear[ish] blue sky…
Plenty of breathtaking skyscapes in this feed, really wonderful to see in a photo, but I bet thrilling to be in them. Apropos of Kathy’s trip to the horse sanctuary and the beautiful photos you passed on of wild horses, I read a disturbing article about the BLM selling thousands of horses to – what else – ‘investors’ who sell them for a profit to people who turn them into food. So bravo to the horse sanctuary.
I actually don’t remember any horses in the wildlife sanctuary but did see that article…one egregiousness among many, most prominent at the moment [to me anyway] being the wanton despoilation of Big Bend and the Texas borderlands…
Big Bend was one of the Texas places we didn’t get to when Katie lived there. You sent photographs of wild horses…I thought. It was a link on one of your blogs or maybe an email.
We never made it to Big Bend, either…only were as close as Marfa and Marathon once. It’s horrendous what the assholes are perpetrating down there, and utterly illegal.
The horses were a portfolio of Lee Saloutos’ I sent you via email…all from Nevada.