When art reflect life, sometimes it hurts to watch

The question about why one goes to the movies — hoping for what? — has perhaps never been in the dock more than in the case of “Amour,” which my wife Lacey and I went to see last week.

The question about why one goes to the movies — hoping for what? — has perhaps never been in the dock more than in the case of “Amour,” which my wife Lacey and I went to see last week.

If you live long — and lucky — people may show up from an earlier time whom you will recognize as markers by which you take your bearings.

In 1996 I screwed up the courage to try my hand at writing after 30 years preaching in four urban churches. The question was, where would we live? The only place we owned was the 1830 farmhouse in rural Vermont we bought when we lived near Boston and for which we had paid less than many people in Southern California pay for their cars. Loved going there to get away, but live there?

Around 2,000 years ago the Moche people built a society that incorporated the first real state structure in South America. It lasted more than 800 years – roughly from the time of the expansion of Rome (around 200 BCE) to the Islamic conquests (around 650 CE). Near what is today the Peruvian city of Trujillo, they built a city with streets, canals, plazas and industrial areas any contemporary Roman town would have been proud of.

With this column, The Light welcomes Blayney Colmore, writer-in-residence at the Museum of Contemporary Art San Diego, and his essays on life. Colmore periodically sends his columns to friends and family under the heading “Notes From Zone 10” (or from the planting Zone 4 in Vermont where he resides in the summers) and has agreed to share them with all of us.