Here is one that was taken of me sitting in the garden. I am uncertain when it was taken--either Sunday, Monday, or Tuesday. Each afternoon I sat in the chair by the rock wall; the only difference would be the height of the tiger lilies in the foreground. The slightly pained expression on my face is because I had had my appendix removed the Friday before this was taken. On Thursday I was stumbling and shambling through my life as usual until I felt a prick pricka in my side; the next day I was in the hospital. My eyes are closed as my head rests against the back of the chair; I wanted the sunshine to fall on me to warm me. Instead the sun forced my freckles out of their winter-hiding. Ah, that is a large book in my lap--it is about the rise and fall of modern art. With the dizzying combination of sunshine and painkillers, the ideas and words of that book bounced from my head onto the ground (but I do not think that they are in the photo). Instead of reading I had taken wagers with myself as to which daffodil would bloom first, or which ant would cross that leaf there, or which cloud would block off the sun's rays. I won the bet each time. Living and loving, Matthew ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister@majordomo.net . Listen, this is pish, I think I'll leave -----------------------------------------------------------------------