Gallery Opening

The Ansel Adams and Clyde Butcher exhibition is up, and tonight was the opening. I went with Die Fledermaus. It was pretty okay-- I'm nervous in unfamiliar situations, of course, but I pretended to be chill and that helped. Mr. Butcher wandered over and sat down at our table. Although I hadn't been introduced to him, nor had I seen a picture, I figured he had to be the mildly famous Florida swamp photographer by his hat and mad beard, which last looked designed to camouflage with the native Spanish moss. He is a very entertaining fellow. The exhibition looks great; I encourage everyone who can to go see it.