Once upon a time… no scratch that  and try again-  a few days ago a talented photographer friend from Oregon came into town and he  and I met up with yet another friend in common and photographer as well,  all made 3 . (phew.. what a scene opener)  So off we went to dinner and had a grand ol’time.

The end with gesunheidt.

post script: Afterwards with bellys full,  as we strolled back to our cars, suddenly  one man alias: Oregon tripped on a unusually high curb, took a dive and fell .

Sore but gladly no broken bones he endured as he is from Oregon and they are resilient up there. The above image is, was and ever will be a pixelated collage I sent to him days afterwards, to cheer him up a memento as much as reenactment  realized by  the third musketeer who witnessed the event… and hence a rendition realized as a collage on suffering, gravity , Newton,the three stooges, and the still point between Schadenfreude and empathy divide by 3 and carried over to the 2nd power.

Off to sneeze.