Photography Thinks
Julio manages the fish department at “The Boys.” Order dinner. No muss or fuss. He cooks the the lobsters and cracks them. We eat them. Eat in. Not cheap, but not outrageously expensive. No drinking and driving. Always a smile and always reliable. Still, you have to deal with the rabble at “The Boys.” Ouch.
Bread line, bathroom, …. We spend much of our lives standing in line, doing nothing. (George Segal, Breadline at Steward Johnson Museum).
Good form, eh
Monthly photo. Quite a set. We had a bad day, but stayed in love, supporting each other. Too old and a challenged immune system prevented me from getting a yellow fever vaccine. So, no trip to the Amazon Rain Forest. Cost us money, but Sharon won’t have to worry about some wayward bug biting me.
They can get anyone when they want to.
The Medina of Marrakesh looks like it did before cars. Snake charmers. Monkeys. People from all over. Not enough time to see everything or eat street food.
When you pass 70, sometimes you have to go. Then again, if you are in Russia where the prostitutes rain, they get to go.
So Trump grouches about how Flynn got fucked. What does he know? Flynn lied and who knows. He will buy his way out with his testimony, saving his kid and keeping his money. Me! A big lie by Hynes, poor reporting by the press and a corrupt system ruined my life, a life I had been building, a life designed to do good. And my nemesis has returned to power, aiming at the Special Prosecutor. Rudy got me, because I am a nobody with no friends or family. He cannot get Mueller. I still have my wife and little else.
Nothing like a camel ride in the middle of the Saharan Desert, a drink of wine and a sunset. Bedouins have been doing these trips for thousands of years, so they know the way. The sand never repeats itself. Fine art.