T-Bone Blues (“…gonna change my way of living baby, move across the deep blue sea…”) ended the night and lingered toward the back of my mind like an incantation. And then too much whiskey, too many cigarettes and too long without sleep presents its badge and credentials and states without feeling, “I can’t do this anymore.” Maybe there was no whiskey — no cigarettes either. Maybe just the goddamn taxes. But six will get you ten, when that feeling comes…it’s a dark and stormy night. And right after Sunday, Stormy Monday will begin bright and early. Pretty much, right on time.
Perplexitudes &QuizzIcals: The Portrait. commodify or not … persons or things
One of my favorite portraits … And truly regret I didn’t introduce myself to someone who laughed at me with such beautiful kindness. You can see my leg in reflection of the ladies jacket. Actually I was wearing the same Doc Martens today with a pair of a jean .. then they had it stove pipe leg & pockets deep enough for 20 rolls of film.