I had to stop on my way to visit the Colburns in Marblehead in 1986. It was such an overwhelming experience to be invited as an artist.
It had never happened to me before.
So I drove my car to the end of the land and stopped and walked to the seashore and on the opposite side of the water were these trees and the mist was slowly receding.
Today I felt the memory of this light here in New York.
Some Davy’s gray.