OK, here I am in Woodstock, New York. Yes, THE Woodstock...and believe me, it's like a time warp. Much like Haight-Asbury in San Francisco. Trying desperately to hang onto the vibes of the 60s. Folks still smokin' weed out on the sidewalk. Old guys with white ponytails, lots of ink on their pot-bellied bodies, and glazed looks in their squinty eyes. Young kids with purple hair and piercings on every orifice...and I'm sure on some that I couldn't see. Head shops with lots of tie dye t-shirts and tokin' pipes. Only thing is it all seems meant to sell stuff. Nothing seems real. Except The Center for Photography at Woodstock where I'll be taking a workshop with Mary Ellen Mark staring at 9 a.m. on Saturday. That place is very real indeed.

It is a beautiful space with a fascinating invitational show called "The Camera Always Lies" curated by Beth Wilson and featuring work by Joan Barker, John Dugdale, Jaanika Peerna, Rob Penner, Julianne Swartz, Sam Sebren & Rite Aid, Kathleen Sweeney, Susan Wides, & Ion Zupcu. And tomorrow my work will join that of fourteen other fortunate photographers in being spread out on a huge table for Mary Ellen Mark to see and critique. What a privilege!

But now I've got to go to bed. Tomorrow is going to be a long and wonderful day. I want to be fresh as fresh can be...