|Saint Colomba's Bay, Iona, Scotland|
|The Planet Uranus, photographed by the Voyager spacecraft|
|You'll have to read the Pantheon.org link to understand what is happening here|
|Seattle at night across the water|
|A wreath of boughs around the central altar|
|The entry path turning in to the 7th circuit|
|Rainy day visitors|
|Swallows on the Prayer Wheel|
|The first Swallow flying around the 7th circuit|
The next morning I moved the forms again and set the stone up to the southern cardinal point, where I left a gap so that I can add the loops to the 6th circuit that will happen here. Then I returned to the beach again to collect pink and red and purple stones for the Summer to Autumn arc. Red stones are really getting rare on the beach I usually collect from. I went all the way down to the end today where the landslide took out the road. The repair is terrible to look at, and the beach has been compromised by the construction. This is near the point where a Creosote factory was located, the largest in the region at one time for making treated wood for railroad ties and power poles. The polluted floor of the harbor is listed as the Wykoff-Eagle Harbor superfund site due to the severity of the contamination the plant left behind. Cleanup is still in the research and planning phase even though the site was listed in 1987. Superfund sites are usually impossible to clean.
|Slope stabilization to rebuild Rockaway Beach Road after a landslide|
The tide was coming in and the steep stone steps leading down to the beach from the home I am accessing this section of the Rockaway Beach from is partially covered during high tide. The ferries come in to Eagle Harbor close to the shore here and the wake from the boats caught me against the bulkhead wall and soaked my pants, so I had to go home and change out of my wet clothes and shoes.
The next morning another pallet of mortar and 200 feet of rebar had been delivered. My body moaned in anguish, but it gives me the goal to use up this material before I quit for the winter. There are 50-80 pound bags of mortar on a pallet, weighing in total two tons. I think this is my 5th pallet so I will have mixed 20,000 pounds of mortar this fall! No wonder I'm so sore. Some people brought me a galvanized bucket of stones to use in the Community circuit, which I went through and picked out the ones I could use.
|A donation of stones for the Community circuit|
I made the second loop in the west and proceeded on through brown stones in to orange. Another trip to the beach was needed to gather orange and black stones to carry on. The lousy weather makes for fewer visitors and I have been listening to music to get me through the drearier times. Still the weather hasn't been too bad overall compared to what it could be.
|Loops in the path between the 8th and 7th circuits in the west|
|Can you find the Swallows?|
|The Terry's, my cousins, and their friends|
The next day was Sunday and I had several visitors. The first couple, the Piraino's, were particularly fun to meet. We laughed a lot, which helped lift me from my delirium as I didn't sleep much again last night. We talked about Sicily and the town which is their namesake, and the famous Capuchin Catacombs where the bodily remains of departed souls lie in a grisly display of our mortal impermanence. Its an incredible thing to see first hand. I told them the story of how Ouranos' overly fertile wife Gaia had one of her many offspring castrate her husband after tiring from bearing so many hideous children, one of which was the Cyclops. When his testicles were flung in to the sea, there was a foaming from which Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love was formed. Such an interesting way to manifest love, out of pain. We had a good laugh when I commented on how much more fun Greek mythology was than Christianity. I made them a pair of Swallows after they left. In fact I ended up making a flock of swallows as more and more people came by.
|Rich and Amy|
|Shelly points to the Swallow dedicated to her son|
|Wendy, Veronique, and Tiffany pointing to their Swallows|
May a flight around the 7th circuit be filled with the brilliance of a heavenly sky, lofty with muscular clouds, or a clear day sparkling on the water, or a star filled night hung with the the porch swing of crescent moon, encompassing all the aspects of the magnificent realm of the God Ouranos.
Next I will begin the 6th circuit, dedicated to the Planet Saturn and its namesake God, who represents the concept of Time. A woman asked today what would go in the open center where the inner circuits have not yet revealed themselves. At first I was baffled by the question, but later while standing on the high boulder where I take the panoramic portraits of the Labyrinth each day, I envisioned a giant globe filling the rock strewn center, surrounded by the rings of Saturn. And that made me smile.
Thanks for reading always, Jeffrey