That’s how old my country is today. We’ve been through a lot. Wars. Depressions. Recessions. Floods. And, disasters. Expansions. Growth. Painful modernization. New technology. Old technology. Threats. And, challenges. We sent men into outer space. We went to the moon. We shortened the trip from the Atlantic to the Pacific Ocean by building a canal. (So you know, I accidentally dropped the part about oceans, making it look like we shortened the trip to the moon by building a canal. Sheesh. Perfection is for angels.) We’ve helped to conquer many illnesses. The list of accomplishments, and some setbacks, is long. There is a lot more to come.
We have a few very challenging months or years ahead of us. But, I am confident that the man who shall not be named will not hurt my country permanently. Unless he blows up the world. In that case, I suppose it doesn’t matter.
Wait a minute. That’s not what this post is about. Nor, is Storyteller.
Storyteller is about art and photography and stuff. It’s that stuff part that gets me. Art — any art — is influenced by outside affairs. It isn’t just generated out of an artist’s head. The outside creeps in, spins around and comes out in some form of art. Sort of like dreams. But, different.
I made the base picture years ago. Well, not that many years ago. Seven. In 2010. In Las Vegas. In the Venetian hotel, casino, shopping mall and food court. They were featuring a — get this — Independence Day art exhibit at time. A Chinese woman was taking pictures of the flag. You can see her in my picture. I photographed her. She turned around. And, photographed me. Fair is fair.
I added my usual mix of flowers and bright spots, spun them around and you are looking at the result.
Happy Independence Day to those of you who live in the United States, and those who are abroad. To the rest of the world — most of you — enjoy Tuesday.