...a few word about Trysting Pointe:
It is not difficult to calculate that I have not experienced head-over-heals
falling in love for...let me see...decades. But the memories really die hard.
I have concluded that my latest W/C Trysting Pointe is about that
special time when 'love is in the air.' It all started with letting
color flow all around the paper ~ I'm sorry to say, I got a little carried away
with a jaundiced yellow. But I'm now happy to report: THAT'S part of the
message. First, the language. TRYST is an old word, not used much any
more, in the modern sense. It's a lovers' assignation place, secret, known
only to them. See Windslow Homer's The Trysting Place.
I was also attracted to the title of the special cabin that Sigurd Olson
(Our fellow Minnesotan who almost single-handedly saved our Boundry
Waters [and Canada's] from certain commercial destruction) built, on a
point on Burntside Lake in Ely, MN - and where he went to meditate and
write on nature. Oh, yeah, the title of his cabin? Listening Point.
Anyway, as the roots suggest, love can be an entanglement of humongo
proportions. It can be jaundiced as the color which is quite predominant.
And, the fellow on the right, seems to be engulfed in a fog - another
grand metaphor for love. The costumes, which I spent the better part of
two weeks trying to figure out: The fellow's duds are straight from the
2011 BBC production of Great Expectations, circa 1812, a mix
of the character of the young adult Pip and ALSO his step-dad Joe Gargery.
I was shooting stills of the TV throughout the viewing of this superbly
art-directed production. The approaching woman is definitely post-Titanic,
a Flapper right out of the Prohibition Epoch in the US, ca. 1925-
1932. I will probably never get this wordy about any subsequent
deviations, and appreciate your patience if you suffered through this.
rcg
PS. I also threw in a tiny, albino squirrel ~ for Trish!
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Listening to: Bill Evans (Piano), Awesome
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Reading: Judas Burning
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Watching: The Mystery of Edwin Drood
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Playing: whatever pops into my head
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Eating: carbos - it's 25º F outside and windy
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Drinking: coffee - I'm Swedish - duh!
Sta.sh
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Graduations are good events!!
