Chuaigh mé an uair amháin roimh ansin. Mar roimh, fhreastail dream de lucht leanúna gearrscannáin den cineal chéanna ansin. Ar ndóigh, bionn dith leis an grupa sin a fheiceáil réamh-mheasta scannáin annamh.
Ina theannta sin, bhí bréa liomsa a chonaic an suíomh seo. Tá fáth agam ar siúl mar gheall an clós ann. Is cuimhne liom an ceanntar an t-am i gcéin a bhí Califoirnea Thuas níos mó chomh faoin tuaithe ag imeall an Ghleann Mór. De dhíth orm sós a chun teach ar riantaí bideach ar nós de síochána.
Is fearr liom a dul ar shiúl ó slua. Rugadh mé ina gCathair na Áingeal, ach caithfidh mé a fháil amach go minic--más rúd ar feadh é nóimeadh . D'fhéach mé suas ar an ghealach an tsamraidh thar na crannaí ardaí de eucalyptus.
Bhí capaill i gcónaí uair amháin ansin. Chodail cearc ina bothán. Shíl mé faoi an péinteál os cionn.
Fhill mé ar ais an dream a chun tús a chur scannáin.
A quiet moment in the Big Valley.
Myself with my wife Layne, my younger son Niall, and our friend Richard went from our house to Tarzana during last weekend. We drove to the house of John in Reseda out there. He's an experimental filmmaker.
I had gone there one time before. As then, a large crowd of fans of this kind of short films gathered there. Of course, that group had a desire to view projected rare films.
Furthermore, I had a love myself to see this site. I had a reason to walk about the yard there. The district reminds me of a faraway time when Southern California was more open countryside around the great Valley. I need a pause to find such tiny remnants of peace.
I prefer to go away from a crowd. I was born in Los Angeles, but I must get away often--if for a moment. I looked up at the summer moon over the high eucalyptus trees.
Horses lived there once. A hen slept in a shed. I thought of the painting above. I returned back to the gathering to begin the films.
Péinteálte le/painted by Andrew Dickson. "Bóithre tuaithe/A Country Road" 2012.
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