As in 2016, this year's retreat included a dozen participants. The weather was again perfect, mild by both day and night. Just beyond the 4 Corners Gallery grounds we enjoyed viewing a ripened wheat field . . . a wonder that it had not yet been cut.
The Friday and Saturday evening critique sessions were very productive, and the food . . . oh, the food that participants brought and shared was wonderful, a feast of salads inspired by recipes from around the world, brats, collard greens, sweet potatoes baked in the campfire and other Thanksgiving dishes. And of course we toasted marshmallows and enjoyed s'mores under the stars.
Steve Smith in his element. His thoughts on SwampFire:
Every year is different. This year I actually wrote more than other years, but it wasn’t sharable. I’ve been playing with personal erotica for a friend of mine, and it’s been interesting because it’s the first time I’ve actually opened up to almost anyone. I’m very guarded and keep things close to the chest. What was an interesting observation to me was Dawn’s ability in the “Persimmons” piece she read to open up very deeply, but a different kind of depth, understandable in a different way.
It’s the interaction between the people that matters. I miss Rachel so much. I miss MC. For the first ten minutes that first hug is so comforting to me. For me to be able to facilitate a place where such comfort can happen, to be able to share what I’m so lucky to have, it’s important. I grew up very poor. My mother was very good in that you share what you have. It makes me sweep the floor to get ready . . .