[1]It was a quintessential California night. Immersed in a hot tub, framed by a eucalyptus grove near Santa Barbara, I looked up at a starry sky, and was blissed out. All I could feel was goodness. Back to L.A. grit 48 hours later, I’ve still got no complaints. That’s for another day.
Untitled, 1964, by Ellsworth Kelly