The plan (ah, yes, the plan . . .) is there will be at least five shelves in this bay, and on each of those shelves will perch various galleries.

But since chaos reigns in my collection of photographs, for the moment I have only samples to offer. So what’s here, for now, is just a kind of digestif . . . an amuse-bouche . . . or amuse-l’oeil, I suppose . . .

Five years old
(how happy we were!)

The main course will arrive after some serious chopping and dicing has happened.

(Don’t you just love mixing metaphors? To produce half-baked ideas?)


I was born in New York City on December 17, 1943.

As of this writing, I have not yet died.

That, alas, comprises all the stories I have time for right now . . . but please check back in a few weeks—months?—years??—when there will be a few more.

If, that is, the second sentence above still holds true at that time . . .