February 14, 2014

The choir, ll

As Sen. Gray Hart knows, asking people to pay attention can lead to this.  Here, I can only show less than I wished.  Sucked into endless arbitration between the big boys in the upper left (the bass),
and shop chat (beer), I didn't come up with enough to amuse, much less impress.  As a fool, I propose to show this same shot tomorrow, knowing it will certainly be an equally light day.
To a stone, speed has no particular meaning.  That's why we're buried with one on top.