Thursday, November 4, 2010
Framing Time
Four nights at a writers conference, the next night at a Zen Center, the next back in the apartment, the next two out in Springs. Now off to Iowa City for the Nonfiction Now conference in the morning, which means that if I don't post these California pictures now, they'll never be seen again. Maybe the urge to get them out there--not just for me, but for you, too--is to frame time, is to say a person went somewhere. It wasn't just a blur or hours rushed through without attentiveness. I bet Virginia Woolf has something to say about such things in "A Sketch of the Past," in which she talks so beautifully about moments of being. I'd look for a quote right now if a suitcase weren't waiting to be filled, not to mention a young dog lying by the front door, waiting for his walk.
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You're in a rush here, Paul, by the sound of things, but like Virginia Woolf, you leave such marvelous traces.
Thank you, Elisabeth. The problem with that part of California is that there's so much beauty, it takes some work to find the grit. (Those deer heads, awful but solemn. Dignified.)
oh, I recognize those dear deer heads! love the pics, Eichlers and all, glad you posted, even if in a rush.
Ah, nice to imagine you seeing these signposts. We actually drove through Petaluma before we went to San Rafael and I'd forgotten you'd lived there until we were back in Marshall. What a lovely town.
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