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December 2024
The soft Rock song ‘Time Passages’ I remember hearing during my youth. I was going to school, working part time and often going for long walks with my dog Scooter down by Mill Creek and across farm fields and pastures. Almost daily, I was also drawing. Detailed rural farm scenes mostly. Often being hit by a tornado, and sometimes a flood or an occasional fire. It was a great release from a homelife that was often hard. One particular Christmas season, when I was 14, my mother, stepfather and stepbrother went to Florida and I was left alone on the farmstead down a long gravel road, with the animals and chores and my drawing. Honestly, it was the best Christmas.
I had begun occasionally buying discount records, ‘33’s and ‘45’s. I still have every one safely stored away in a box. One 33 album was the soundtrack from the movie Mahogany. Its title song began: Do you know where you're going to? Do you get what you're hoping for? When you look behind you, there's no open doors. What are you hoping for? Do you know?
It became my theme song of sorts. Behind Diana Ross’ great voice was a beautiful orchestral backup. I played it so many times that Christmas. Three years and some months later, after leaving home from rural Illinois - not far from the Mississippi river valley and Iowa, I returned to my hometown of Saint Paul where my artwork then became remarkably better.
A year ago, I relocated my downtown gallery after 30 years to a quieter spot on W 7th Street two miles away. I may soon now be moving to my high plains little Montana place not far from the Alberta, Canada border to take time away from this beautiful city - so often held back by city hall. From ‘out there’ I will continue to do my artwork and picture framing and working on making ongoing improvements to ‘William’s Outpost’.
The first part of ‘Time Passages’: It was late in December, the sky turned to snow. All around the day was goin' down slow. Night like a river beginning to flow. I felt the beat of my mind go. Drifting into time passages. Years go falling in the fading light. Time passages. Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight.
Each day of life that we have is a gift. I am looking forward to 2025 and what it may bring. Thank you for visiting BillHosko.Com.
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