with my back now to mid summer

night sailing near the coast

near town, between sun and rain

imaginary homeland

romantic landscape with house and trees

dreams of the lands i sometimes saw, but never did

late summer

the residue of memory

early morning and still very back lit

morning trees and other things, near colrain

classical landscape and the memory of syvota

trees and garden from my window, night with moonlight

after looking at the masters

a friend's woods on a summer night

how it felt to be there

early morning near colrain, sun after passing rain

night, but still a few birds

the impossibility of distance, penelope and odysseus after 10 years of war

sailing days and nights with the sounds of sea birds still echoing

a glimpse of late summer when we were all out of our minds for the sun

sappho and a friend on a distant beach, night

after reading leonardo scufolli's account of visiting giorgione's studio in venice, 1507

a rewrite of staying the night in watteau's garden at nogent-sur-marne

night sailing with friends to all the places we are not going

part of a summer in daphna's garden

a maquette for the gate to josephine's garden and her hydrangeas on the other side

a stormy night moving across the castle of montalban and it's fish pond

penelope in the garden of her desire

from when we looked at a lot of giorgione

clouds he missed along the way home from troy, sailing back to penelope in ithaca

sacred and profane love

glimpses of a summer 40 years ago reconstructed together over a long coffee

1979, two days in kabul visiting an old friend

penelope by the sea at the edge of her reason, the strain of desire and the shadow of love

1972, night swimming at rosh hanikra with a beach fire

two french summers

meeting unexpectedly by the sea and then, the sea in the early morning light

1972, visiting avi near antibes, summer

two nights walking close to the sea

1967, when my brother larry was at school and we heard the doors and were already reading huxley

juliana and kelly in the grenadines

visiting phidias’s studio and staying longer than expected

from a time when we looked at paintings with devotion and dreams

‘yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes’, (pete brown)

1972, how we felt on the beach the next day in the sun after hearing dizzy gillespie play outdoors at the nice jazz festival the night before

byron pursued by claire in a town near tyrens

before and after hydra