I remember a bearded college professor
who became my friend when I was young
because I was already well-read.
He would tell me some of his visions,
and we were friends, and I remember
thinking some of his projects were a
bit pedestrian, but now
I think of all that stuff as being
sort of perfect, and kind of meaningful,
and the odd thing was how meeting him
led to meeting all kinds of people.
That really doesn't happen to me
anymore. Not really. Or not in the
same way, or I just don't give a fuck
anymore because I'm grumpy.
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Lanny,
ReplyDeleteThis is cool. Developmental phases of growth by inkrowment="normal" evolution of personal genius, no?
I like that
ReplyDeletealot! :)
Richard Something was his
name, and I was his photographic
model, and then he got me
hooked up with this
german photographer who
was a 'light-painter'.
It was pretty fun. Before
that I did a shot with Richard
that was as if I was a guy
crawling through the desert
and then looking up
to a rattlesnake about
to strike. It was a stuffed
rattlesnake.