7½ x 8¾”
Not my usual kind of subject. I depict here the kind of places my wife and I lived in for many years. Broken down places. But we didn't even notice. I remember in 1971, just out of the Marine Corps with my wife and daughter, not yet 2. My parents would not have helped--I didn't ask. Linda's parents would have helped if they could. We lived that first summer on the sweet corn my non-union brick-layer boss would give us.
Looking back, it's the best way to start out. In all the world we were entirely alone.