Tea: African Brew
Music: Robert Fripp and the League of Crafty Guitarists, "Asturias"
Time: Yesterday.
(Because this would have been yesterday's post, were I not so fried at the time.)
My first visit to Central Park, and I spent a big chunk of it climbing on a rock and taking pictures.
(Of the rock, and the leaves in the rock, and all the cool stuff on the rock. Say it with me: Yeah, I'm weird like that.)
When I finally clambered down off the rock, I asked the ever-patient friend/writing colleague/kindred spirit Seánan Forbes if environmental artist Andy Goldsworthy -- to whose work she introduced me several years ago -- had ever spent any time (translation: done any work) in Central Park.
She couldn't recall any. I couldn't find any on the Net, but did find something related to and inspired by Central Park.
Yeah, um, not the same thing. Get your butt to New York and get to work, dude.
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