The long winded porch would catch each day’s last sweeping light. As we would sit by candle light, drinking bag wine, quietness always took hold. The lake would speak softly, effortlessly groping the shore’s slippery stone. Through this shore’s tree line, we watched for months, the movement of our sun’s departure over yonder mountains. Always to the right, always north, always the coming of winter’s shortage.

Santanoni. A place I was fortunate enough to call home.

Today as well as other days this fall, I have though back fondly on this beach and its place in my life during the summer.  It was, while amidst the hottest of days, a place of such refuge. Me, my friends, and so many other animals felt it draw so often in those months.  The heat wave, no AC, concrete jungle, summer, summer, humid.  Bike gangs would amass at any time of day to venture the short distance down the steeps of Depot street and along the bike path to the slight opening of brush that gave way to our preferred depths. Our stinging sand, our beer, our eden, our strangers, our water, our mountains, our slowing of heartbeats. It was here I loved most to swim naked late at night, just before I hit the sweaty sack, one last attempt to cool off. The quiet, the comfort. Yes, I will think of these times fondly.

I bet the leaves are falling there now, released by today’s wind and dampened by today’s rain.  The cloaking of a time.

I recently gave this twosome natural light and brought them to a more open space in which to observe their whereabouts in a new manner.   A gathered these stretchers from old paintings of mine and just  went over what was already there.  A lot of change has occurred in their process and here’s where they ended up. It was a long road really to find this place, but I like it and I think I’ll stay for a while.    If you want to see them close up, as well as a few others from this year, hop into the painting link.

Kenya.

You know in a year,

its going to be better.

You know in a year,

I’m going to be happy.

You know in a year,

its going to be better.

You know in a year,

I’m going to be happy.

-Noah and the Whale

It’s imperfection and oddity in the moment or there after that create depth.  A feeling beyond the memory of the place or time.  Something else is made and ambiguity takes hold.