I think I look for meaning where there might not be any, but.....

Since I moved to Portland and joined Facebook, I have had ample opportunities to walk through my long ago past.  First my friend Jacque came to town and I got together with her, Judy and Gaylene.  Jacque had seen my picture in the book, The Far Out Story of Vortex I.  This sort of started the topic of rock festival behavior.  I have forgotten most all of that stuff and, try as I might, I can't get the memories back.  This led to her sharing the memories she had and us digging through old pictures.  It was really fun and it seemed like no time had gone by at all.  It didn't take much to remember why we were all such great friends. 

For the last two months I have gotten together for dinner with old classmates.  Last dinner there was discussions of who had observed me naked at rock festivals.  Thank you, but I don't remember that either.  It was kind of embarrassing.  No, actually it was a lot embarrassing, but at 21 I looked pretty good naked.  Now days?  Not so much.

Then I had another classmate, from Virginia, call when he was in town.  We met for coffee and it was pretty enlightening.  Not only do I not remember much, but I have no idea what other people thought of me.  Interestingly enough, what they thought of me has very little to do with what I felt in those days.  I think that's probably a good thing because their opinions of me seem to be better than mine. 

As for painting...  I think I've finally run out of distractions that have kept me out of the studio.  I'm working on another ocean scene.  So far, it isn't as good as the first one, but that' pretty typical of my changes in subject matter.  The first in a series is always the best.  Maybe that's why I keep changing.  I will post it if I ever get it done.