Absinthe.┬áMendoza, Argentina. 24×30. A bright, chilly day. The streets, dry dusty. Winter. Across the railroad tracks, and there–in a splendor of everything green, it sits. Alone among the dry foliage and blue-faded car. Like the tea party of Alice fame, it offers pleasures for the head.



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