The Bob event at the Cut, was a success. A whole day of his films. One brother came, and left early saying nothing except news of his cold. Why? I struggle with their silence. But it was not their day. And the wood and it’s cabin came too in the form of the Fineal (see photo below). Friends from Bob’s and my past life and friends who did not know Bob came. Louise from Nottingham, Charlie, Ruth and Jerry.
A meeting with Umi unravels a perspective I’d been missing. Bob too was culpable. He could have made clear, made official, rather than trusting his brothers. And I too am culpable. Once again I spent too much time and energy helping another out rather than sorting my own life. Well here in the wood, with the cabin I am turning, now I’m almost 60.
Kaliwood 