Woke up late, speed-walked to work, worked, went to a gallery opening (Panopticon’s baseball show), ate lobster, and finally drank at the very bar that I first was introduced to pitchers at 18. The waft of the nachos from the neighboring table reminded me immediately of the night that followed the aforementioned first introduction to large quantities of booze.
And got home at midnight. No photos today. Not a single one. First time in months.
But this is one of the better captures from Tuesday’s self portrait binge. Better than the others I’ve posted, all considered. There’s a great strong diagonal cutting through it all, with an eye peering through. It’s certainly not going to sell any sunglasses, but alas that’s OK, not a commissioned shoot to begin with.