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Timeless California Oaks — First Quarter/Nineteen Years pg53
Colorful companion to my memoir The Incompetent Psychic
1967
When it looked like we would be staying in the area another few years, Joan found an abode further out in the East Bay burbs. Our Lafayette house was nestled in a valley of golden hills on another street full of kids. C.V. Booth was the name on a mailbox down the street. Children from all over would make a pilgrimage to stick their little arms in the Cootie Vaccination Booth to inoculate themselves. Whatever cooties are, I didn’t get them in the idyllic three years of late childhood that was Lafayette. — From Chapter 2
Fifty years later my life still criss-crosses with those lucky children who played together in the hills of Lafayette, California. This was in the 1960s; before BART and long before fenced and gated estates mushroomed up the hillsides to block all the wide open spaces for every generation of kids with kites and cardboard toboggans to come.
This painting captures the timeless feel of ancient oaks glowing in a summer sunset, inspired by a photo taken along the Iron Horse Trail by the border of Lafayette and Walnut Creek, California.
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