Ink and watercolor on pages neatly trimmed and reassembled as an accordion scroll from Moleskine watercolor sketchbook, 5 x 80in

A lot of the walks I take begin with a subway ride.

Everybody on the train these days is close to sleeping or already there in one way or another.

It’s not so far from 145th Street in Manhattan to West 4th Street and then Washington Square Park where the Old Times Music is back fully in fashion again.

I drew Monte sunning himself in the park 20 years ago. It was nice to see him there again last week with the pigeons and his tinfoil reflector.

The White Horse Tavern in the West Village has a portrait of Dylan Thomas on one of its walls. I stopped in for a pint. It was more expensive that I reimbursed it to be.

There was a Richard Avedon exhibition at Pace Gallery on West 24th Street. A young woman there reminded me of a former student.

As an undergraduate student in Minnesota I saw a Richard Avedon exhibition at the Walker Art Center in Minneapolis.

The photographic prints hung from the walls of the museum by thin clips, unframed, vulnerable.

I passed a security guard as I left the gallery on West 24th Street in lower Manhattan, on my way back to the subway. Marilyn Monroe watched me go, just another face in the crowd.