The Cannery Residency: Day 2

Wake up at 7am, my internal alarm clock. It’s still pretty cold, so I stay under the covers until I hear Leslie in the Kitchen. I get up, make tea, clean up the studio workbench, set up my equipment.

I caught Mary Ann’s virus, my nose is running overtime. So a nice cup of tea, bundle up, off to walk the NW Quadrant –

I start at The Cannery aka Leslie Ross Bassoons, the circle on the map, and walk north along Rte 175 toward the town ‘center’. The idea is to the record rhythms, textures and patterns that I encounter along the way. These can natural or man-made. Since I’m on the road into town these are mostly man-made – the cars traveling to and from town at irregular intervals. When two or cars are heading the same direction, one after the other, the pass me at 4 second intervals. Sometime cars pass me in opposite directions, sort of a ‘whoosh-woosh’. The houses are placed at regular intervals along the road. Lots seem to have a standard width or frontage. Too far apart to register as a regular ‘beat’. However the patterns and textures are interesting. The houses are surrounded by a yard, a flat expanse of lawn. Some houses also have trees placed along the road or in the open space around the house. The trees and flower beds are placed deliberately, regularly spaced. The only natural vegetation appears in the drainage ditch alongside the road.

Studio

Workbench

Bedroom

There are couple of ‘open spaces’, the Market parking lot, and a little farther on a contractor yard. Both are graveled, cleared of vegetation. The Market lot is bisected by a sign advertising ‘Lobsters Mussels and Clam Meat’, the contractor’s yard has a series of 3 or 4 stone cairns, regularly spaced along the road. From here to town center are houses, again regularly spaced.

Just before the town center, there are open fields either side of the road. One next to a church, possibly a recreation area. And on my an open field leading down to the water. I leave the road and walk across the field towards the water. This is not a flat, well-manicured lawn. No trees or flower beds beds. In contrast to orderly patterns along the road and around the houses, the vegetation in the field at first seems chaotic. However, as I walk across the field I realize that the vegetation is, in fact, disbursed according to a different set of rules. Then I reach the shoreline!

Open field

Milkweed Pod

Wildflowers

Shoreline

A whole new dynamic, the natural rhythm of the waves, the play of light of the surface of the water, the sounds of waves as they break against the larger boulders lining the shore. Small trees and bushes border the field and the shore. Small pools nestle amongst the boulders. Kelp is draped over the pools. Bleached driftwood is lodged in the clefts between rocks. I clamber up and down along the shore, back towards the road, across a small rest area with a picnic table and a view of the bay, then back along the shoreline. The sounds here are quite different from the road. I can still here the cars going by at irregular intervals but this plays over the regular sound of the waves. I clamber for another 10-15 minutes then turn back towards the road.

Thru the scrub of undeveloped land. small trees and bushes, some with flowers. And bordering the road into an adjoining property I see my first Fiddleheads. Not a real forest, the growth here is a jumble of small trees and bushes, small boulders, and pools of water overgrown with sedge. I arrive back at the road, walk back towards The Cannery.

I turn west, just before The Cannery, walk towards Freethy Point. I’m joined by two neighbors and a big, black dog. Before arriving at the boat ramp, I scramble down to the shore then work my way back along Winslow Creek. Leslie says since they un-damned the creek, fish have returned. A couple of weeks ago there was a shad run and, farther down the bay, the salmon have returned. I’m wondering how the fish manage to swim up the creek, ‘jumping’ up the rapids on their way upstream. I’m sitting thinking about this when I feel a large slobbery tongue on my cheek. The big, black dog says ‘hello’.

Fiddleheads

Back at The Cannery. I join Leslie and Zeke for lunch. In the bookshelf next to the kitchen I find a deck of cards, ‘Ancient Whacks of Heraclitus: A Creativity Tool Based on the Epigrams of Heraclitus’. The top card is titled, “The sun is new each day”. On the back side of the card is the interpretation, “Improvise. If the sun is new each day, why limit yourself to approaches and solutions that you’ve used in the past?”

Time to re-patch the AVSynth, working on birdsongs. Early to bed.

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