Welcome to July. I thought I’d open the month with a composite image, something that I haven’t had much success with but was inspired by a couple of images found in the gallery exhibition of the Ohio Valley Camera Club. This one somewhat depicts recent life.
But I didn’t have a complicated talent, nor was it enormous. Some
people thought I did because I wrote poems and was shy, didn’t
make eye contact, kept to myself. Nowadays they’d say
“high-functioning end of the autism spectrum,” but back
then oddity was interpreted in a kindlier fashion.
The Keillor Reader