"I'm having trouble with my girl," he told me. He looked distraught.
"Which kind?"
"I don't know. She's hanging around some new people. She's dressing differently, talking about different things. She renewed her gym membership. I go over, and everything is different."
"She lost weight yet?"
"She's just started a new diet."
I shuddered involuntary and uttered a silent "uh-oh."
"Let's get a drink," I suggested. He looked like a war veteran just come home.
I'm really liking all this street photogrphy you've been putting up lately.
ReplyDeleteI think it's important to document our time.
They're interesting now, but in a couple of hundred years they'll have the impact and strangness of Bruegels.
It's a real pity that Jan Bernhardtz is stopping his blog.
Razz,
ReplyDeleteThanks. I love going into the street and taking the chance. I have plans. I love the other, too, the fanciful visual statement. If I had time. . . . .
Jan assures me he will put up another site. I love his work and will try to address people more directly as he does. I love Marcin Gorski's work, too. I imagine that both of them are much sweeter than I.
But you know how it goes with blogs. How do you keep up the relentless pace? It is god awful at times.