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William Theodore Van Doren. Sunset from Stony Point, Albemarle County, Va. Oil on watercolor block, 16 x 20.
The blurred moon rising last night in haze and cloud could be the same gray light inside the woods today, and for that matter almost one and the same with the streaks of cloud and dim sunlight above yesterday’s sunset. The torn-up black track of the jeep trail in the woods was left by deer hunters but reminds me of my late friend Uncle Tony’s tales of escaping, as an Austro-Hungarian officer in World War I, from a prison camp, then making his way across eastern Russia to his home in Hungary – staying for a time with Russian peasant villagers and working alongside them looking for truffles and mushrooms in the rich soil of the vast woods.
(More about the amazing Uncle Tony – as he was known – soon. Anton Lipthay was his name – direct descendant, I believe, of the celebrated general of the same name from the Napoleonic Wars, although I didn’t know enough to inquire about this while he and his relatives here were still living.)
Rising moon, setting sun, diffusing daylight. Trucks, hunters, truffles, mushrooms, escaped aristocrats. The sound of clumps of wet icy snow falling all at once from pine branches off in the middle of the woods comes across as possibly also belonging to the Mercedes station wagon, a hunter’s, I had seen earlier in the field, if it’s leaving on the muddy power line trail, but I can’t tell. Different sounds and lights and times merge, converging on whatever comes next.