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.