This morning, while preparing breakfast, the name Paul Portuges came to mind.
Paul and I knew each other at UC Berkeley.
He was a mentor and inspiration to me.
His words and determination to write a place for himself in the world impressed me.
Same weekend. A foggy beach. On the hill above the sand a young woman, dressed gypsy, came up through the mist trailing a billy goat. Subtle smile and not a word as she passed.
Later walking alone on the beach I saw a tall figure in the distance. Two huge dogs zig-zagged in front of her. Bernese Mountain Hounds. We passed and nodded. Julia Child? Indeed.
Bolinas makes for good memories.
Addicted to search, I found Paul on the net.
This work of his is memorable. I enjoyed the video and the evoked images of another time.
Stones from Heaven from Paul Portuges on Vimeo.