While driving around the coast, we stopped at a tiny island-turned-state park he had designed.
The state had just acquired the island, which had previously belonged to a single mother and her 5 children. Their poverty had kept the island remarkably pristine. Er, thanks! And ...sorry.
When it came time to name this new park, the only surviving child asked that it be named after her mother, who was apparently a truly remarkable woman. Ron did everything he could, but politics took over and the park was named for a retiring water commissioner who didn't even know the property existed. Ron felt terrible.
Ron: Well, I did manage to get the most remarkable feature of the property, the marshland, named for her. It's completely unique.A dubiously successful job.
I'm realizing it's pretty self-absorbed to think of artistic enterprises as the only thing with subjective results. This blog should PROBABLY be about perfectionism (convincing myself of success) and trying to impress other people (convincing others of success).
By which I mean, this blog is actually about ... perfectionism and trying to impress other people.
Dammit! I knew it! Arrogance and ego created a blog!!!! Who would have thought such a thing!?
Here is the marshland. The woman, the single mother who raised all those kids in the middle of nowhere ... I can't remember her name. I really tried to learn it.