Coffee With Clark: journalism funeral

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

October arrives, somberly

October Arrives, 9 by 12 watercolor, 140 lb. d'Arches

Driving through the Oklahoma countryside early this morning to attend and speak at the funeral of my long time friend and fellow weekly newspaperman Steve Booher, we witnessed early autumn. Clouds started building on the horizons and rain is promised tonight.
I love fall and the country and the vistas, death hangs over it all. Coming home, I knew there were clouds and grief, but the bright colors of life, his and his family. This one is for you Steve.

Steve Booher telling me another story at OPA last year.

Meditation

Just out the window, black silhouettes of trees remind me of those halcyon days with you, when we climbed out of the cellar toward enlightenment. Now, at a glance, the wild birds swing into view, obscuring the real world of young men dying to get home, and the snow that falls on our brains stays solid - never melting into springtime. On the ferry, we sit and compare notes as to whom in life has suffered the most; men, women, boys, or girls? Suddenly, in a revelation, you say it is the Buddha over on Main, who sits on his plywood altar, surrounded by plastic flowers, subjected to all the passersby, who have never had a Zen thought of their own… --K. Lawson Gilbert

Coffee Grounds

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

October arrives, somberly