Friday, May 13, 2011
The call of the countryside probably wouldn't strike if I'd grown up in Manhattan or L.A. Geography shapes us. It made me -- alas? -- a suburbanite. But it put me close enough to horse barns and village squares to implant a yearning for them.
Yesterday I headed out in the car, thinking to draw and maybe find myself an old typewriter at an antiques store. I need one for a project. Didn't find it, but I found other things, including two early 20th century photographic portraits. I bought them for a dollar so I could daydream and draw about who these people were.