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Surrender

Were I a journalist, I’d prefer not to write for the “society” pages, where the wealthy and beautiful show up week after week. The same sentiment keeps me from making the Golden Gate Bridge the subject of most of my art work and photographs. But sometimes, going through the archives, you just have to say “I surrender.” So today, a picture from Baker Beach on an October morning three years back. San Francisco being what it is, weather-wise, this could have been almost any morning in any month. O! how we suffer from the lack of climate extremes!

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It’s The Bean’s World

You have eight hours of free time in Chicago — two hours one evening, six the next day. For once you get to see more than the inside of O’Hare International. You think you will not visit The Bean. There are so many other things to see before the rains come. Well okay, maybe you will just walk by at a distance and see the crowds and be glad you are skipping The Bean, at least this time. What is The Bean anyway? Is it art, or already a commodity? Warhol might have painted The Bean, but this is 2017, right? Will you have trouble sleeping after consuming a legume of this size?

And yet, something happens — you are pulled, your brain waves curve and flatten and bulge like reflections in The Bean — and you go to there. You go to The Bean. It’s all right, everything will be all right. Surrender to The Bean. It’s The Bean’s world; we only live in it.