CONTEXTO TIEMPO
FICTICIO
"About 59 years ago I was walking on Wellfleet
beach. Not the ocean beach, but on the bay side where fisherman pile scallop
shells at the East end. Day off. Low tide"
I remember that I was trying to think of how the summer before a crab had
grabbed Lewis' toe just when he was emphasizing the importance of never using
white pigments in watercolor seascapes. ("The paper. It is the paper that
is the white.")