russ on the web

Just three blocks from my old apartment, the arboretum in Golden Gate Park used to be one of my favorite places to: stroll when I wanted to clear my head, make photos of different textures and colors, read the New Yorker, and catch a sun-filled nap. It's always nice re-visiting old haunts-- and re-imaging and imagining them. The man in the first image, lifting a bottle of Bud to his lips, arching his back and bending his knees in the afternoon sun... staring out at the small meadow... is some kind of perfect bliss.