Capturing Beauty

Last night I watched several episodes of ‘The West’ while I worked on a floor plan of a house I placed on this farm I googled. I had just finished a Cape Cod that I put in the Back Bay of Boston where in Fantasy World I lived with Rena Easton after I convinced her we were meant to spend the rest of our lives together. It was her eyes. I missed her look, her view of the world. Then there was her gate. She walked the earth like a great stalking cat. She had animal magnatism up the Yin Yang.  I assumed this was because there is nothing there – there! When I took the train across America I stopped to see her in Lincoln. I brought up the idea that I could move here, rent an old farm and have a studio.

“There’s nothing here. You…