this photo -- and many other, unsaved ones -- was taken while circling the art museum area. i spyed dafoe leaving the four seasons hotel with a small and cheery entourage, and ben gave me the cell phone, and we tried -- lord knows we tried -- to get a better photo than this.
the soundtrack that goes with this photo, and the others, is:
BEN: did you store it? honey, you HAVE to STORE it! or it goes away!
AMBER: WHERE IS IT?
BEN: did you hit STORE?
AMBER: THERE IS NO BUTTON CALLED "STORE", MR. I-JUST-TRAINED-EVERYBODY-AT-THE-PARKING-AUTHORITY-TO-REGULATE-THE-TAXIS-AND-LIMOUSINES-IN-THIS-CITY-BY-COMPUTER!
and it went on like that.
i know how to store them now.
although it wasn't there when we went to the exhibit in february, now there is a sort of picture of dali on the steps of the museum itself.
e-mail comment from my sister on this post: I know you tried, but that photo is like the saddest thing I've ever seen. It's okay, though, because he's really scary looking anyway."