Every one leaves Playa today. Everyone but me. I’m here for another month.
They are heading to their homes. To their wives, husbands, girlfriends, boyfriends, parents, friends, to their real worlds. I will miss them all, but I will savor the moments we shared. Sitting around the table at snack time, listening to everyone answer one of Terry’s incisive questions; discussing the Beatles, Led Zepplin, and Villa Lobos with Keane; exchanging books with Mary (Sam Shepard for Denis Johnson); talking about Werner Herzog, Walter De Maria, and owls with Jamie; getting cosmic with Kumani while waiting for the sole wired computer; eating John’s just-baked bread; watching films–from the sublime to the stupid–with Scot.
Reading, hearing, and seeing all of their work has been an inspiration and nourishing. 100% certified organic.
I started photographing the birdhouses on the grounds of Playa. Looping through my head, Homesick by the Kings of Convenience.
[portfolio_slideshow timeout=5000]Travel safely and be well, friends. See you on Facebook.
Scot Siegel
David,
Thanks for this post and for the birdhouse closeups.
Scot
David Licata
My pleasure, Scot. Later this week there will be a post based on a conversation we had. I hope it will meet with your approval.
And thanks for leaving the comment. Very much appreciated. Hope to see around these parts again.