The Woman on The Verge snapped this gem of a portrait of me and the dog while we were boondocking lunch in the parking lot of a middle school in Gilroy on our way home from Napa.
It’s a low-res deal shot on her cellie, but it still captures a moment.
We had a hell of a good time up there.
Although some of us remained dubious…..
The diRosa was absolutely insane. I can’t even talk about it.
This is what it looks like when you walk up:
And this is the kind of shit you see inside:
Here is a shot of one of the sculptures in the sculpture meadow:
This is a stack of filing cabinets that rises fifty feet into the blue sky. It is supposed to contain the artists’ MG convertible, disassembled and sawed into tiny pieces, weighed, then filed according to weight.
It felt like standing in front of the monolith from 2001. I wanted to throw a bone into the air.
There was cool shit everywhere you looked:
We loved it bad. We got all recharged and renewed and relaxitated.
I owe that woman my life, man!
She’s privy to all the new developments, the in and outs, the what-have-you’s.
That is our concern, dude.