Liar, Liar

Central Park, 1970 by Tod Papageorge

Well maybe not a liar, but I should know better than to promise to get back to something later when I’m in the middle of 10 million different things.

I’m trying to get a story filed and I’m in the midst of a frenzy of 20×200 preparations and getting ready to travel AND thinking hard about my follow-up MFA post which is distracting me like crazy but hasn’t made it from brain to text yet. Bear with me, it’ll be here soon.

Meanwhile, I recommend the spectacle of Mr. Alec Soth’s Papageorge-palooza. Also, there are many fine remembrances of John Szarkowski. Want your Szarkowski and Papageorge all in one easy to digest and interesting package? Have a look at Richard Lacayo’s recent posts on Looking Around.