This is a digital collage of digital photos I took during a weekend evening excursion into the Nob Hill district of Albuquerque. The Nikon digicam makes it hard to keep up with my inspirations. I wrote some crap two weeks ago about how I was going to write up and photoillustrate our trip to Monument Valley/Mesa Verde with stuff about the camera and a book I read....oh well. I still fully intend to do a web page with photos about the trip. You can see what the camera can do, and the book...it was pretty weird. For example, this is the first sentence:
"She felt the snake between her breasts, felt him there, and loved him there, coiled, the deep tumescent S held rigid, ready to strike."This definitely gets your attention. But this is the second sentence:
"She loved the way the snake looked sewn onto her V-neck letter sweater, his hard diamondback pattern shining in the sun."A Feast of Snakes, by Harry Crews. The snakes thing (and its phallic implications) is pretty heavy throughout the book in many different forms. It's a novel like no other that I've read. It's not for the faint of heart nor the redneck intolerant.
I'll see ya next week. Take care.
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