Part of my insanity is this great affinity for the idea of an ebb and flow of time in some massive confinement, as if God had a big pool or pond out back, and he lets us frolic in it. Barry Smith, among others, has often talked about "hangin ten" and catchin a gnarly wave in this "time pool." Anyhoo, Steranko has been one of my icons that has transcended the ages![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtv2BwAZbMAcTrj6oiKHWr731L2Hy7kSWC58hjSP7blcI9w7Irm4E2WsqjD2uH-mCKLM-5qyXpkr66qjdxLttJGdl8qAi2fooERvSKjWIk2NiSr0Vq3KazZdlY9YahcWSwb37Nf3q7S0U/s320/shhh2.jpg)
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