Week 1 – Junkyard 4

The long table runs alongside the long wall ending at a sunny window.  Sheep cross the road in search of fresh grazing and a chorus of ews and ahs fill the air swirling with the sounds of laughter and cheery conversation.  Glass bottles of wine with ceramic and rubber stoppers act as sentinels lined up straight down the length of the gold tablecloth.  Clear rotund water pitchers subservient to the wine round out the place settings.  Arms reach across the table as people pour for each other generously.  Upturned mouths struggle to chew around their smiles and occasionally heads fly up in great guffaws as laughter explodes.  Each course a perfect example of the seasonal foodstuffs found in the region.  By the end of the firsts, chairs are scooted back from the table and satisfaction takes control of the room as smiles deepen and heads shake from side to side.

Week 1 – Image Junkyard 3

Ancient stones glued together with unknown materials that were mixed at the time from what was available create shelters as housing for both humans and animals.  The smell off arm fills the air at the summit of the Sacred Mountain where truffles live.  An old, mangy dog the color of the gravel in the road looks more like a sheep that shrank than a canine.  A large bulb of blood is embedded in his forehead like a young woman from India.  He moves as slow as my knees and it seems to take quite an effort for him to wag his tail.  Sheep and cattle droppings make for a nie warm bed in the sun to ease his aching arthritic joints.  He seems to love the perfume of the processed straw that softens his sunning spot by the road.