The four images posted just above are trimmed to a Cinemascope ratio, 2.35 to 1.

Christine and Mike, neighbors never more than a couple miles away from our former home in Putnam County, hold an annual dinner on the palatial lawn of their home. Christine is a fabulous cook and the food, wheeled out to the table on a rustic cart, is always great. A huge tree hanging over our heads is the only overhead illumination; it's wrapped in Xmas lights.

The dinner is the occasion for a country version of a salon; guests are invited to perform or display whatever creative endeavor they've been working at. Carolyn and I (and sometimes H) have done all sorts of things; I've shown videos, shown prints, played new mixes. The crowd is, mercifully, always polite. A solo performance of "My Disillusionment" at the salon a couple of years ago was my last gig to date. I wrote the tune in 1980 for Desi, Desi, and Desi and managed to get a decent version on an 8-track tape around the turn of the century.

I used part of the image above in the cover art for my mid-2000s What You Want collection. I've yet to find a more ironic title, since my recorded output falls upon release into a black hole. My enthusiasm for the development of the internet was due to the poosibilities of self-publishing. (Wow! I can get everything I've ever done out to the public!) I did not realize, as so many others have discovered, how insignificant any individual contribution can become when contrasted with a billion other contributions.

When I weas teaching classes in Photoshop my students were sometimes reluctant to put their creations on the web, lest they be stolen. I told them the problem wasn't theft but inattention, true right up till the development of AI. Now our work can be plundered without anyone ever having to look at it.