Dovina25 Feb 2007

Perhaps the description is weak. Maybe my comparing the colors of a summer day and night in the Lower Mississippi Valley to the colors of Southern California during a firestorm in the mountains above the city “seems to have confused you.” Or you are confused as to whether you are confused. In either case, the thing is likely not apparent to someone who has never seen the two scenes, and I should make it so.

It’s the differing attitudes toward normal workings of nature that’s the thing I was struck with, and wanted to convey. Many a negro maid in the South would understand if she moved to California and witnessed a firestorm; as might a borrow boy from California, awaking for the first time in Mississippi.