Nisqually National Wildlife Refuge Sept. 26th late afternoon light. Could be Vermont in the 70’s a farm a dirt road to visual adventures. But it’s the other side of the country the other side of life.
Dec 1st a stroll with film camera out before the deluge. Darkness 1pm ISO 400 1/125 F5.6 I shake the meter, test the batteries even cloudy this is not mid day light. A visit to the past waiting for the bus a 70’s era Olds cruises by Eight Cylinders straight pipes sounds of my youth. A one time subject possible muse too busy to shoot I understand, she needs not tell me. Creativity a passing fancy that briefly nourished my soul an appetizer to the main course that never arrives.
Traditions reading the paper my shoulder aches another part that needs repair. Like an old auto I move forward. Darkness, Darkness visiting this journal, film the window seat Capital Lake Park cold empty devoid of kites, volleyball nets, gleeful children, legs and fannies decorated in geometric brightly colored patterns hibernating….. Striped legs flash through the cafe thick wool, winter coat, scarf a momentary memory of summer. Abstraction as yet unfulfilled images perhaps they will bloom again in spring? Now bare trees gray light a winter sound track. peace pjc
