1 September 2009. Another veiled morning--gray skies. Emory bundled up high on the lifeguard stand, red jacket, scarf, stocking cap--a Santa Claus of the waters...
High school kids collecting in front of Stocton 7-eleven, The El Cerrito High contingent--smiling girl with flowing dark hair, gray tights, glancing up quickly at her diffident companion--all times in one.
Or the painter Prilidiano Pueyredon--son of a general from the days of the Independencia--his studies in Europe--the Barbizon School, Corot--returned to the Pampas as a kind of ethnographer from the Rive Gauche... As with Watteau--a vision of one world becomes another...but where Watteau's tenderness, or the grace of loss? Maybe more the figures in Renoir's the Cabaret of Mm. Anthony--the white table cloth, rumpled apron, pinch of tobacco, stack of cups and plates--rough country shoes and a resting dog...
Always the dance...
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