In late August we made a long awaited pilgrimage to Gallery Trax.
Cameron hired a car and drove above the speed limit at all times.
The car looked like a pink rice bubble.
It had been raining heavily.
We got lost. Cameron looked to the earth for answers.
We met a handsome dog.
Poetry was everywhere.
There were beautiful paintings by Ai Sasaki.
Kain and Fi were there.
Miyoshi-san made us fresh corn which we threw into an empty field afterwards.
Next door to the gallery was a hammock shop…
… and the gallery vegetable garden. The city seemed very far away.
