The Long Night

The Long Night

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Last week I was bemoaning a small clerical error that generated a  week-long setback in the project. It took some time, but I got it all taken care of. Archive 12 is in the books.

Wednesday I set up for a long photo session, and opened the black plastic bag containing the last box of paintings and illustrations from Pete Hampton’s epic multi-media slide show, “The Lost Canyon Trip”. Sometime after midnight I snapped the last photo, and carefully returned the stack of 85 paintings and illustrations to the box  that Pete packed them in. The photography, and digital gallery for archive 13 is finished. I’m working my way through the catalogue entries, but that’s just mouse-work.

As if to add a melodramatic  strand to the strange web of coincidence that has enmeshed The Lost Canyon Project, this last collection is entitled “The Long Night”. Sometime this week I’ll return this stuff to the storage unit, and bring home the last collection of paintings for photography.

 It is late Friday night, the second of August, 2019, as I sit here at the keyboard. The events the introductory post, “A Scattering of Ashes” took place last year, August 19, 2018.

 Last August I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of material to record. A year and a half to two years, that’s how long I figured it would take  to catalogue all Pete’s work. I overestimated a little.

And now it’s mostly done.  I can easily finish it all before the one-year mark.  Is it important that I do so? Not really. There is no deadline. But I know myself well enough  to know what’s going to happen. I can feel the burn coming on.
Sort of like driving home from a long road trip, or getting close to the end of any major undertaking. It’s always a temptation to cram the last two travel days into one horrendous marathon drive, or to get a project finished in an all-night work and coffee binge. I’ve done both.

It’s a good bet that I’ll get locked into project mode, and turn August 19 into a deadline. We’ll see. But for now, let’s take a look at some more scenes from “The Lost Canyon Trip”.

 

These last two archives are full of pictures of Pete and his friend Jeff in the hut at night. A great part of the Lost Canyon Trip  consisted of conversations between the two boys.

 Looking at these illustrations, and the inscriptions on the pictures  opened a window into stuff that I hadn’t thought of for a very long time. 

Not only have I overlooked this element of the show, I had forgotten the back yard camp-outs I had with my friends when we were in our early teens. We pitched tents, and brought sleeping bags but no one slept.

 We were young, and we had all of life and the world before us. Like in the song, “Bob Dylan’s Dream”, we talked all night, and discussed anything and everything we thought we knew about life,  and all things under heaven. It was good.

 Imagine one such camp-out. Only not in a tent in your pal’s back yard. In 1958 there was wilderness within a mile of Whittier City Hall. This camp-out meant sneaking over the fence at in the dark, hiking way up above town, and climbing deep down  into the canyons to spend the night at your best friend’s secret hut.   There’s a little Tom Sawyer in all of us. These illustrations are a mirror on that age and time.

In these next few posts we'll continue with material from archives 12 and 13. As we explore the last archives of “Lost Canyon Trip” illustrations I’ll try to fill in the gaps, and tie together the loose strands in Pete’s story as best I can.

We’ll  soon have a look at the last collection of paintings from Pete Hampton’s estate. There is some magnificent stuff coming here at The Lost Canyon Project. Stay tuned.

 

As a final note, I just remembered that I DID make a promise of Pigrats in this week's post, and I like to keep my word on stuff. But the Pigrat is kind of a long story, and I'm going to have to save it for next week. In the meantime, here's The Pigrat... 

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