Mythopoesis. I used to use such terms. I don't know what happened. Surely there is some of that in this picture. It would make it much more profound if there were. The Mythopoetics of the Street. Now there's a title.
I thought I'd start the week with a sunny, happy picture.
Of what is there a plethora in this picture?
Every picture tells a story, don't it. I have a million of them.
It's a shitty picture and a common story. Maybe there are just too many of both in the contemporary world.
I've been reading "stuff" lately. Books, but not literature. So last night, I downloaded a bunch of "serious lit" onto my Kindle. I've been struggling through Mann's "Magic Mountain" in hard copy. It will be better read on the Kindle, I think. I also downloaded Proust's "Things Remembered" or whatever it is called, and the complete works of Henry James. That should keep me busy.
Yesterday, I printed a picture that L asked for months ago. It is the first time I've printed in a year or so. Now all I have to do is ship it. We'll see how long that takes. I sent some big prints to Q awhile back, but I'll bet dollars to donuts he has never had them framed. That happens a lot with things I give for free. It costs $$$ to frame a large picture, and people like to get things for free, but they don't want to spend the requisite $$$ after they do. I have traded prints with many photographers. I wonder how many of them are hanging? Mine, I mean. I have spent a child's fortune having photos framed to hang in my home. I do have a friend who I know has framed the pictures I gave him, but the walls of his house are like an art gallery. He has spent more money on framing than everyone in a ten mile radius of his house combined. I'm sure of it.
L, the photo is coming.
But it isn't framed :)