I’m the swimmer against the tide, the runner to the center of the maelstrom while with flaming clothes leaps for the lifeboats are made. Thomas Eakins was my hero and Winslow Homer paintings are ever in my minds eye. I’m going back, coming back to you who all others are forsaking, coming home. I have moved back.   

This is not a defeat but a reassessment. A return to nurturing roots riches. The harvest is coming in! at www.jackmataachi.blogspot.com