Photography Thinks
“Darkness at the break of noon. Shadows even the silver spoon. The handmade blade, the child’s balloon. Eclipses both the sun and moon. You know too soon there’s no business trying.”
Thank you, Mr. Dylan.
The President must stand naked, too.
But I still have something to live up to.
Eugene Pitt died. The Jive Five taught love. Listen up.
Marrakesh meat market fare.
Love ya, Dude.
Read the Declaration of Independence, especially the parts dealing with the complaints against the king.
Three guys from somewhere walking around Revolution Square in Havana. Smoking their cigars just like Fidel would have liked. Boys will be boys. Bless us all and viva la revolution.
I am a Kohane whose first name is Levi, how weird. Somewhere in the distant past, the family name was Duchman.
