The title of this post is from a woodcut by John Muafangejo, a Namibian who was one of the great artists in this medium. We are very fortunate to have an original print of another of his works in our home, a treasure from our years in southern Africa. It would be well worth checking him out if you are unfamiliar with his work.
Here on the cusp of the New year, I shall resist passing somber judgments on the one that has passed or making predictions about the one that arrives tomorrow. Instead, a few of the many things to which I'm looking forward, in no particular order:
- Cate Blanchett as Bob Dylan. Delicious or dreadful, a must see.
- Burrowing into the pile of books that came my way this Christmas. At the top of the stack: Sippewissett, or Life on a Salt Marsh by Tim Travers, followed by Tom Wessels' The Myth of Progress, Toward a Sustainable Future. Reviews to follow.
- Saving Windrock. This year, for the rest of the century.
- A week on Monhegan Island. It's been far too long.
- The last years of my 4th decade (39 in April).
- Raising a glass to toast a decade of ≠Khoadi //Hôas Conservancy and our friends in Northwest Namibia who have made it such a success. 1997 was indeed the "year of action", and Viv and I are grateful to have been part of it. Wish we could celebrate with you in person. Maybe on the 15th.
- A Northeast US tour by Richard Thompson. Preferably at the Iron Horse or the Egg. Somewhere close enough for us to get a sitter.
- The many simple pleasures of the seasons. Tapping our maple tree. The first wild leeks. A clambake on Buzzard's Bay. Fresh pressed cider. Splitting wood. Autumn leaves. Winterberry.
My very best wishes to one and all in the New Year.