Another downtown market. Yaaaaawn, boring, same old same old… Right?
Purchase photo 1963
Wrong.
Another bouquet of flowers. Colors of fire, scent of spice. A child, burying her nose in their yellow dust, eyes closed, searching for that sweetness that is summer.
Another iced tea on State Street. So warm today! That sun that plays the devil in winter – in, out, in, out – so warm now, sweaty warm, wonderful sweaty warm, August warm.
Wheat beer with lemon – that’s not me, but it is tonight. Another evening of dinner out on the Dane Pub terrace and I give in to the Madison brews, the Madison dusk, the August balloons that take you away, or take others away, only to return, someday, for good.
Purchase photo 1962
