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Our friend the big-hearted and super-talented Kris Krüg took photos for TedxOilspill. Some of the images accompany this interview of him.

I live and work less than a mile from the ocean and have found if I go too far inland, a certain depression, a low-grade ache sets in. When I was little I would sit in wonder watching The Undersea World of Jacques Cousteau. I took my boys to the beach this weekend in Wellfleet. Where there are no tar balls, mired birds or leveled communities. You could almost forget on the clear beaches and reliable waves. Almost.
“The sea, the great unifier, is man’s only hope. Now, as never before, the old phrase has a literal meaning: we are all in the same boat.” Jacques Cousteau.
Heard this driving through the city on a hot-hot and muggy night. I defy you to sit still! Impossible. No one can resist Elvis + bongos + summer.



Ettore Guatelli grew up outside of Parma in Northern Italy. He was a teacher, writer and farmer. He died in 2000. He collected and filled his barn with old tools, shoes, toys…everyday things all arranged in intricate designs. He was drawn to the well-used, well-worn, discarded and ingenious. All used by hardworking hands. Now honored in all their humble glory.

This loaf of bread found was in the ruins of Pompeii. I was obsessed with volcanoes (tsunamis, quicksand and killer bees) as a little kid. It shook me to the core, the notion that, poof and it is over. It was scarier than Hiroshima. That was a man-made atrocity. A person could be reasoned with, right? Right? But this was nature!
source: NYBL

Anselm Kiefer, “Sommer in Barjac — Die berühmten Orden der Nacht” 2010, gouache on photographic paper. Courtesy Gagosian Gallery, New York.
Rock steady people. Listen to Prince Buster and rock steady.

The beginning of summer brings nostalgia for younger days. When all we had to do was play.
From the Cigarette Card collection at the New York Public Library.