I've been much too neglectful lately in posting items about the art stuff we've seen. If I have an excuse it's that I've been distracted by construction and other projects inside the apartment. Hey, it's a large apartment, and sometimes it gets very needy.
But now there might be another impediment to good blogging, since today I finally sent my good camera off to be repaired. I have no idea how long it will be in the garage, but I'm placing my hopes with the good gay spirit of the shop's address, Walt Whitman Road.
I still have my little pocket box however, and a huge stash of older images I never uploaded, so the raw material is there; I'll just have to be more disciplined. Retirement is hard. How is it that I always had more time to get things done when I actually had a job?