This is my 500th post. They just pile up, don't they. Grenouille helped.
We went for a walk at Ayrmount today - our local beauty spot, with the lovely Poet's Walk that winds through the old fields, down to the Eno River, around the heavily wooded hillside, and finally past the house of such pleasing colonial proportions. The house predates the American Revolution - probably not a big deal if it were in New England, but quite old for here in North Carolina, where rot and termites were bigger problems than in northern climates, and where the War of Northern Agression saw the destruction of so many old home places.
When I went to school in New York we were taught to call it the Civil War - down here it sometimes goes by another name... Some believe slavery was passing away anyway, doomed to fail for economic reasons, but I believe the institution would have held on for decades. A grisly truth, a horrible chapter in America's story, still not over. The war was sadly inevitable and probably necessary. Jefferson knew it was coming almost a hundred years before it started, but could not, would not, do anything to change even his own position in that society. Of course the North was not guiltless, having bought and delivered most of the slaves, and the North still practices just as much bigotry as the South, but under more cover. Prejudice goes beyond race; at the pond in the photo above we discussed the odds of Prop 8 being struck down in California on Thursday. Bet you didn't think this was going to come back around to Ayrmount, did ya.
Again I painted for over an hour this evening - again I had to paint over everything. Some of these CD covers now have more layers of paint than a house that predates the American Revolution. It was still fun. Layers and layers of fun on these little pieces.