just a blur

these snapshots were taken two summers ago;

the only reason i kept both is that (i still feel)

simply looking at them the sense of (flat out)

awe which swept over me when i was standing

in the presence of Sargent's incomparable work.

[the room at the met was empty for a few minutes,

and i stared in stunned silence at the majesty (it

could only be described that way) all around.] so

it is with great delight that i send you to little augury,

where the v. masterful pgt is waxing eloquent about

Sargent. you'll learn much more from her, and see

why there is space for nothing but quiet and pure

amazement when you are stock still next to him.