Then. . . This

I almost fell into the trap again.  Beat at the end of a work day, I was surfing internet sites and stumbled upon this.  What a treat.  A tremendous collection of photographers and photographs.  I took my time and clicked through marveling that someone had taken the time.  And then, there among the Arbus's and Franks', the Horvat's and the Penn's, among them all. . . there was a photo that arrested me.  I knew that one, I thought.  It was mine.

Jesus Christ, I thought, I am among the greats, included with the masters.  And indeed it felt as if I should be.  There were no petty artists included in this group.  Nope.  Someone had recognized me, not as a contemporary marvel, but as a classic.  It felt awfully good for awhile.

Then. . . I remembered.  What was it, anyway?  A website.  Who put it together?  Anonime.  This after what I had written here yesterday.  Nope, I had not forgotten yet.

Still, I won't kid you, it was fun for a moment.  And you must look at the site if you care about photographic images.  I mean, man, it is all there.  Including me.