Wednesday, March 11, 2009
This morning I went to our local hardware store/lumber yard. Its one of those great old fashioned hardware stores with wood floors and at least one of everything you need. There are always two or three guys hanging around the counter. Its a good place to find out about the name of a creek or whose place that is down the road, or even how long its going to rain. These days, those are all things I find it necessary to know. Although my landscapes are not in any way direct transcriptions of particular places, they are a distillation of this place. And, it seems that often, unexpectedly, less specificity of detail leads to a richer specificity of place.