Fishing

Chloride and the gasstation. Tony would love it and it made him despair. He felt good and at home and totally lonesome. He had friends, some loved his work, some loved his music, but he didn’t feel his work was understood. If it would get too much we would go fishing: in Willow Beach, Lake Mead, the South Cove, Echo Canyon (fly fishing) and Eagle Lake in Nevada where he caught some impressive brownies, Katherine’s Landing, along the Colorado in Laughlin behind the casino’s and at the end of Diamond Creek Road on the Hualapai Reservation, 22 miles of rough washboard road but with an immense beauty would surrounding him. He never caught anything there, not even had a nibble, but he would bullshit with a few of the guys there. Bij the way, Tony's picture is taken right there after fishing at the end of Diamond Creek Road. He would do sketches. One of them is in the Kingman Museum of History and Art. All that is in the painting Indian Sun shown and sold in December 1998 In Lineart Ghent, Belgium.

Diamond Creek Road♣

The intimate majesty of playing shade
on a curved wall
encompasses all

The wisdom of waiting for water
the strength of storms and stones
the beauty of belonging
and then
there is the shadow of the gods
and the fading of the light
when the windfull wings fold
and fall