This last two weeks have been stunning in the extremes of experience and emotion. Between the unexpected trip to Los Angeles at the invitation of Susan Ellison to attend the memorial gathering for Harlan to the circus in congress to the second annual BookFest in the Central West End to a significant amount of personal matters, I have rarely had such a ride. I should write about these things in separate posts, but just now I lack the energy and the coherence of thought to deal with it.
So bear with me as I sort and shuffle.
Meanwhile, an image. While in L.A. we went to the La Brea Tar Pits. An amazing place, with an amazing history extending back 30 or 40 thousand years. Of the photographs taken, I reworked this one after seeing a rather impressive version done by Marty Bast, a mutual friend of Harlan’s, who has a unique eye. Alas, Marty has no online gallery, but posts from time to time on FaceBook. (You really should cobble a gallery together, Marty.)
I worked my version through other changes. A fossil face (I forget the species at this remove). Done as a demon.
Use this as a placeholder and reminded that I am not gone. But you might see this as a subtle indication of my state of mind. Maybe. I wouldn’t take me too seriously about that.
On the other hand…