![]() ![]() The spiders, in their flickering spark will outlast my flame. Of course, time and chaos make a mockery of our lives. Life can continue, crisply and brilliantly, while the webs and their spinners are spun like sand in the vacuum cleaner, and then dumped into the high grass. I doubt I sucked up half of them, although when I was done, the room returned to a clear focus, with clear edges and vibrant contrast. In this crisp Canadian light, I snapped up every swooping shadow on the wall, under the mirrors and over the lamps. At the edge of my vision, even right now, an angelic arachnid rises on an ashen line. They hide behind the hockey players, inside the book shelves, and under the chairs. The animals hang, spin, and drift in the darkened corners of a dark house. The sudden rush of warm weather and bright sun also illuminated the spiders. Nonetheless, it is ours and it was wrecked in a bush at the very least we should retrieve it for the theoretical grandchildren or the not-so-theoretical “Take it or Leave It.” Far better and more dramatic items call back the boys’ childhoods and evoke their parent’s tears. It had a brief supporting role in a series of beach movies, where it got dragged out into the Cisco and Miacomet waters, then it disappeared into the storage shed and remained there, off and on, until I discovered it mid-hydrangea.ĭon’t mistake the boogie board for some lost tin soldier freed from a paper boat or some velveteen rabbit hopping to life in a swell of childhood music. The boogie board itself went back several Augusts, before real surfboards, summer work, and internships appeared. Throughout the rest of winter, until the winds whip them away, the Blue Spruce wink at us with an odd twinkle of tinsel. In the spring daffodils move in some time in July the hydrangea sets up shop and then, as the deer leap back and forth and the flowers flutter away, it becomes the rest home for Christmas trees. In the midst of the wetness (and the odd row of water) is an old stone and cement foundation. A swamp (“wetlands”) has been behind my house since before it was a house. Now, in my defense, the hydrangea bush was where no hydrangea bush should be. This year, on my patrol through the lost past, I found a boogie board tucked into the center of a hydrangea bush. Frisbees, trucks, and the odd rattle or bouncy ball comes back into view. Beer cans, with pull tabs, rise like elderly golfers in the rough. Deep in the weeds, soccer balls hide from the inept. Now that the camouflage has gone, the missing return. Like rabbits, they rolled, hopped and hid amid the green and blooming. In the cold, you are allowed to stay inside and watch the pucks fly, but in the warmth, nature calls with a windy whistle.ĭuring the leafy months, old things have blown into the hedges, bushes, and weeds around the house. Snow blows across the island and then sinks in the sea, while the air warms up into the sixties. In October the beaches remain available, along with sweat marks and shorts, while the mainland admires the foliage. Juneuary brings cold weather just as schools end. The years double over each other and the months get confused. But please do vote: films that receive the most support each year are given special consideration during the process by members of the National Film Preservation Board.On Nantucket time becomes jumbled. You may vote for any of these films (one vote per film) or for others not mentioned on the list below. To give you a few ideas, below are some fairly well-known films not yet selected to the Registry. Films released in 2012 are now eligible for Registry consideration. So if you voted for a film one year but it was not selected, that vote does not carry over to the next year. Chicago, IllinoisĮach year, we begin the National Film Registry process anew and start from scratch. ![]()
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