I spy through my jaundiced eye

FreeGNV,

I’ve been working on an Andy Warhol jigsaw puzzle for weeks with little noticeable progress. And it’s driving me to both distraction and abstraction.

Or maybe it’s simply made me lose all sense of perspective on life, the universe and everything.

Regardless, all of the following images were taken by me at one time or another. Just not exactly as they are depicted herein.

Because like Andy, I’ve found that reality really is the hobgoblin of little minds.

Went hiking on Barr Hammock. Decided that nature’s palate needed a little assistance.
Went to a garden party on Paynes Prairie. To reminisce with my old friends.
I left my sense of proportion in San Francisco. (I may have left my heart somewhere on the New Jersey Turnpike.)
Indiana Jones: Ah Venice!
That time I became a shadow of my former self in Nuremberg.
I photographed the chain on a rainy day at the SW 13th Street GNV Starbucks. The background is the frozen wastes of Iceland. I dunno. It just seemed to fit.
We’ll always have Prague Ilsa.
Ever wonder why people seem to wander in a daze in Depot Park? Maybe it’s something in the water.
Pittsburgh gets the hose.
For reasons I don’t care to explain I have lately become fascinated by my cheap pair of reflective sunglasses.
Foreground: My bedroom digital clock reflecting on a half glass of water. Background: A humongous glass and steel wall in Reykjavik. Nuff said.
They say the Finns are the happiest people in the world. Some say it’s because they have the most saunas. But they also surround themselves with art. Coincidence? I think not.
Curse you Andy Warhol! I will finish your diabolical puzzle or perish in the attempt.
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Ron Cunningham is a sometime journalist who used to string words together at the Gainesville Sun before I retired to free lance and blog. If I still had a business card it would read: Ron Cunningham: Trained Observer Of The Human Condition. Because like The Donald, you know, ego.

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