Contentment Island 6 July 2004

On a stone terraced hillside behind the abandoned hulk of a house that served as JA White's laboratory and his home wasting the clear day.  The winds pick up across the Sound and Scott's Cove.  The rising water laps up white caps.

There is goose shit everywhere.  The house waits to be destroyed and replaced by a greater asymmetrical behemoth that will be overvalued to eight digits because of its acreage at the end of the peninsula in the "special" tax district.  The boat launch has been broken by underground roots from the overgrown trees along the private beach and rock jetty.

There is a green wood hulled fifty footer sailboat anchored out in the cove.  The heavy breeze and tidal currents are pulling its anchor in towards the shore underneath the burning sun of a late summer day in Western Connecticut where we are beholden to Long Island and its face tattooed mother, New York City.

Contemptment Island would be a much better name.