Our town of Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, recently hosted festivities and commemorations around the sesquicentennial of the Civil War battle that occurred in the fields all around us. Tourists there were many; and where tourists gather, chatchkis will be sold. Among them, this arresting item: Lincoln, Pickett, Lee, and Meade crossing a road made famous little more than a century after the battle that brought them together. Figures of the past are called forth to recreate a tableau, utterly independent of themselves, that to us is itself an image from, and of, the past; yet the combination propels both a bit farther on into the future. I love it!
...who spend our time casting wonderful spells, and sending Beatle-y emails to each other. After several centuries of this one of us put down his computer and said, "Why not turn it into a blog already?" And that, kiddies, is how the zebra got his spots.