[The Plains of Heaven - John Martin (Tate Gallery)]

 



I came across this painting quite by happenstance this morning, and in a deft balance between memory and incident, clarity developed.

As I continued to gaze on this unsettling weave of retrospection, it became clear to me that I had been in this part of Heaven before. Just a few days past, as a matter of fact. This kind of lucidity is sometimes dark and unsettling, and I have yet to determine what to make of it.

I took the photograph below from Crestview Drive on the mountain that lives in my town.

Not an exact replica, I'll give you that, but close enough to unnerve.