Scenic overlook on Hwy 100, which is coincidentally quite the deathtrap. Few miles of hell for a few moments of wonder.
Perhaps there’s another phrase associated with a 30mi. death march into the cobbled wilds of suburban Jersey, but Nowhere Rodeo is what I came up with. A day that was to be a monumental trek to Cold Springs from Manhattan by way of the full length of Harrington Park ended…
I tease the parents about moving to Possum Gulch but feel somewhat vindicated by this afternoon photo in a nearby South Carolina swamp.
A show I put together at M. Sutherland Fine Arts got a nice write-up in Wall Street International, seen here. We were also a notable hit for the New York Times’ preview on Asia Week.
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