Bingo the Pony and our Shared Nostalgia
His mother, the heroine of the randomly assorted photo story and the consistent member of most images, aged before my eyes.
His mother, the heroine of the randomly assorted photo story and the consistent member of most images, aged before my eyes.
So, it began with the Caggio Gallery’s Brady Street Photo Festival opening. Ah, yes, my first gallery opening. It was stunning. Drinks at the Roman Coin with the posse (who I thank profusely for joining Tina and I out for our event. I used to think I was “kind of a big deal” until I…