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In the evening with the nights getting colder, leaves changing, I have been reading In the land of Temple Caves.
Reflecting on Paleolithic cave paintings of SW France, time and vestige. This all leads me back to Gustaf Sobin and Luminous Debris-poetic archaeology, a spiritual travelogue through vanished time. Just realizing that in 2005 he passed away,
what was I doing that I missed this?
Fall .
We found ourselves along a country road, a day of picking apples, next to an old graveyard. A vineyard with grapes left to wither on the vine. And what about Dionysus?
and the Roman Bacchus?
The god of wine and madness. "Cult of the souls" and his ability to preside over communication between the living and the dead. and Liber ("the free one") was a god of fertility, wine, and growth.

He pulled at the vine and gave it to me. "For you to paint".