My digital camera is an artist. It didn’t screw up my pictures in some mundane way. It inserted some wry counterpoint and some beautiful geometric juxtapositions. It elevated my own commentary into works of art that I now happily claim as my own creations.
Girl, you know it’s true. Mount Rushmore is empty-calorie patriotism, but it’s pretty. Local concerns overbuilt the amenities so much in the 1990s so that they’re still paying them off. Merely parking a car costs $11. Sculptor Gutzon Borglum took extreme care in rendering his four subjects accurately, but the piles of tourist junk hawked… Read more »