first day out, morning, slowly passing seriphos
memory of an overgrown ruined cottage in ebullient summer landscape
sunrise, already close to land, sailing from malta to monastir, 1972
late afternoon summer landscape, strong sun just after rain
Aeneas and his fleet departing from the ancient port of Anandros, sunrise
after a fresco fragment included in moorman's accounting for the villa dei papyri, herculaneum
two pages of an open prayerbook. songs by the sea
stormy landscape by the sea, beyond an enchanted castle in a dark wood
fire everywhere as final ships flee from spiaggia libera/79AD
always, those questions about the shore
from the beach at Stabia, before succumbing, Pliny's final glimpse at a fleet escaping the destruction across the bay
winter's final kiss
after an abraded fresco fragment from the gabinetto segreto, naples
sunrise, from Misenum, in the eye and mind of Pliny after his sunbath, the massive plumb still hours away, 79AD
same place as the other, but different light, different day, summer landscape with trees and sky
pale summer woods, morning, on the edge of the coast
a night window many years ago
after reading old stories
far far away
once upon a time
after sketches from Turner's final view of Carthage, sunrise
'alone in byzantium', (title from WB Yeats)
summer woods, early july
fast passing rain while driving through the next town over
morning, everything still back lit
sailing from cote bleue
icarus, where are you now?
odysseus caught between scylla and charybdis
sun showers across fields near here
after reading old stories
where i went and then some
the perpetual present
what remains from mid july sun
night storm on the mayo coast, july 23, 1997, felt like an eternity
romantic landscape, mid june
morning coffee with a friend in strong sun
wondering about turner's studies for queen dido building carthage
reaching back toward a friend's summer garden in strong sun
early morning fog hanging and still, the desires of trees
listening to a friend reading old stories
where i went and then some
almost in port but the lips of the sea still close to my ear/in late afternoon raking light, mid october
night walking near here
classical landscape, stormy light and the conversation of travelers lost in the wind
early morning, romantic landscape
summer landscape after storms
morning light, edge of woods remembered from a distance
romantic landscape, night
walking in a friend's woods
summer trees in soft late light
classical landscape
a friend's pond by moonlight
in a deep, dark forest full of rain/sitting now in a shadowy light
sand storm, late afternoon, near merzouga and a final flash of sun
imaginary homeland
another chapter from remembered days with seafaring men
the residue of memory
night fire
sailing near distant lands
chasing the thrush and close to port
night sailing with friends to all the places we are not going
part of a summer in daphna's garden
with my back now to mid summer
night sailing near the coast
morning trees and other things, near colrain
near town, between sun and rain
romantic landscape with house and trees
dreams of the lands i sometimes saw, but never did
late summer
how it felt to be there
early morning and still very back lit
classical landscape and the memory of syvota
trees and garden from my window, night with moonlight
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
a glimpse of late summer when we were all out of our minds for the sun
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
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
wood
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
