or so it looked like for the billionaire boys in their varying degrees of discomfort seated behind The Masterful Lord Trump in a rather tawdry looking Rotunda last Monday…and if A.I. and
the new masters have their dipshit way[s] we’ll all be joining them soon. Me, I’d rather opt out
and enjoy the dry dry winter at Wall Spring.
First trip of the year; time for the annual Removal of the Watercolors to make room for 2025’s,
take a last day’s run down to Parker Ranch’s south gate to make it an official address,
have a last look into the studio and the repo
and
Wednesday
three hours
to get out the gate, then down the roads,
and back to Cali.
Grand photo archive…last looks always feel wistful. The tree lives, familiar leitmotif.
The trees will abide…
rhymes with We Shall Overcome
wonderful photographs
Of course it does!
Michael,
You may not be the only one opting out , but I doubt that anyone else has found it so cunningly attractive.
Fred Kolo
various places in New York
I’ve found letting go of Instagram, meaningless in itself, to free up immense amounts of time for things like contemplating work and maybe even actually doing some…