Found on 11th Avenue back in dryer days. The cigarette butt is a crappy digital homage to the master of paladium, the poetry of decay and portraiture, Irving Penn. I will never get over his refuse portraits, which look like this but much richer in print. His words in the following quote hold an intriguing freedom from the conventional rejection of such garbage, and hint at a nearly non dual and somewhat provocative view of the world. "Evenings as I walked from my studio to the train station I saw at my feet a treasure of the city's refuse, intriguing distorted forms of color, stain, and typography. The gutters were rich with cast offs flattened and reformed by rain and traffic."
I have found a hero in this the man who turned garbage to wine. As for the weather, how about a cozy Louvin Brothers number to warm things up?
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Hooray, you know about the Louvin Brothers.
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