But how would I know? Heck, I have bad luck every day of the year.
Another update on my present ailments would be futile. I'm still bedridden with hip, knee, and back pain.
But I keep assuring myself that I'm slowly getting better.
In honor of Friday the 13th I figured I'd offer you something weird (something perhaps weirder than myself).
Photos by Arthur Tress
(a New York photographer, born in 1940)
Tress never fails to conjure delicious dreams and nightmares. I've always been intrigued by his work and can strongly identify with his quirky, bizarre, often macabre style.
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Arthur Tress
self-portrait
One of my favorites
owl on a Texas road in 1975
Rocking Horse Mishap
Tress did a series of shadow photos.
This one reminds me of the 1922 German vampire film Nosferatu
Blue Collar Fantasy
At a first quick glance I thought these were axes with blood (!!!) - - but they're shovels with autumn leaves.
