Tucson. April, 2013

My friends Simon and David moments before the opening of their dual gallery exhibition, ‘Action, Reaction.’ Simon is in front of one of his sculptures; David in front of one of his paintings. I’m happy I arrived early with the artists so I could see their works before the gallery flooded with people. I’m delighted for my friends, showing their work together in their art-minded town. Before the evening was over, they’d each sold a piece, with assurances of more sales to come. And after two hours...we all went out for Mexican food.

Grand Canyon, AZ. March, 1995

Unrealistic expectations. I was thinking about this earlier today when I saw a print of the Acropolis in my dentist’s office. I remember arriving at the real Acropolis a few years ago and thinking, “Yeah. Nice. And filled with history.” I guess nothing could have lived up to my expectations, filled with mythic wonder, built up over the years. I had pretty much the same reaction when I first saw the Grand Canyon on a visit there with my friends Simon and David. Impressive? You bet. But again, nothing like my expectations. (I love this picture of David and Simon that I call “The Fondas.” Henry. And Jane.)

Tucson. January, 1990

Tucson. April, 2013

My friends Simon and David moments before the opening of their dual gallery exhibition, ‘Action, Reaction.’ Simon is in front of one of his sculptures; David in front of one of his paintings. I’m happy I arrived early with the artists so I could see their works before the gallery flooded with people. I’m delighted for my friends, showing their work together in their art-minded town. Before the evening was over, they’d each sold a piece, with assurances of more sales to come. And after two hours...we all went out for Mexican food.

Grand Canyon, AZ. March, 1995

Unrealistic expectations. I was thinking about this earlier today when I saw a print of the Acropolis in my dentist’s office. I remember arriving at the real Acropolis a few years ago and thinking, “Yeah. Nice. And filled with history.” I guess nothing could have lived up to my expectations, filled with mythic wonder, built up over the years. I had pretty much the same reaction when I first saw the Grand Canyon on a visit there with my friends Simon and David. Impressive? You bet. But again, nothing like my expectations. (I love this picture of David and Simon that I call “The Fondas.” Henry. And Jane. And if all goes as planned, I should be arriving at their welcoming Tucson home this very afternoon.)

Tucson. January, 1990