Maxfield and Me
by Michael Zabel
Nothing too profound to say this week aside from always keep your eyes open. During my travels last weekend, while contemplating some thoughts around a humble campfire, I beheld a blazing sunset unlike any I have ever personally experienced in nature. After snapping a few photos of this brilliant display I continued to explore it visually, watching it change shape and color, going from adolescence to adulthood and finally sedately succumbing to the skulking twilight. I half expected to turn around and witness the ghost of Maxfield Parrish feverishly mixing paint, attempting to capture the intensity before us.