It's a late summer afternoon, the sun still high enough on the horizon at this latitude. It doesn't turn towards dark until about 9 pm this time of year. That's always amazing to me, though I know this will change all too soon.
We had our local Art Saturna show recently and, consistent with my "keeping-time" musings, here's the painting (mixed media) I had in it:
|Day 6 in the Garden painting by Janet Strayer|
OK, we've been chased from the Garden, but there's lots to cultivate out here. My funny little garden on Saturna was "on tour" by request of the Parks Board here. I was tickled to be asked, given I'm one of the least serious gardeners around. British Columbia, I must tell you, is home to the most earnest and knowledgeable among garden devotees. I'm what you might call an "accidental" gardener. I love the flowers and plants my garden produces, but I'm rather casual about it all, and always delighted at what decides to grow and rather puzzled if it doesn't.
Island life is all about noticing the rhythmic changes, so close to nature. Not that I remember what day it is... I tend to forget Tuesdays, for example, in favour of remembering "oh, today's when I pick the plums" or "now's my studio time". Concrete, action-regulated time instead of abstract, notational time. Cultural anthropologists say that's how people in the middle ages tended to live, not by "clock-time". Not too good for keeping your multi-task appointments straight though, especially if you're prone to mixing up your days.
|Wings exhibition at Prism Gallery, Saturna Island (art by Janet Strayer)|
I know it's Saturday today because I'm working at the Prism Gallery on Saturna Island. That's what I do on weekends. It's been an interesting experience. The world comes to this little place, it seems.
Saturna is not so easy to reach by public ferry transport.Yet, being located here, near the ferry dock, I've gotten to meet the boaters who come up to this little haven. They've come from California and even further. They complain a bit about how little development there is for private boat mooring on Saturna. Well, "community development" is a tricky concept, it seems: thems that wants it and thems that likes it just the way it is/was.
|Somewhere a Tree, painting by Janet Strayer|
Nothing happens quickly here. And yet, it seems to me, from my little outpost here, that people are discovering Saturna. The boaters don't have cars, so they explore as far as they can walk, or the hardy ones rent bicycles near the ferry. There's more camping on island, too, with more sites developed for it. And even more housing sales. What's particularly nice for me at this gallery near the ferry dock is that people casually stop in. They're surprised, and I like that.
It's a small world I live in these days. Not unhappily, I must say.
Yes, Professor Einstein, time really is relative. And so is everything else.