Thursday, December 18, 2008

Pablo Picasso Le Moulin de la Galette painting

Pablo Picasso Le Moulin de la Galette paintingPablo Picasso Gertrude Stein paintingTamara de Lempicka Portrait of Madame painting
The elevator moved again. In but a moment it stopped at the upper level of the parking garage.Perhaps he would step out and find himself on a rainy street, in the path of an out-of-control PT Cruiser.The door slid aside, revealing nothing , tangled bodies of the cruelly murdered. He might have [375] been sitting before a ghastly mural of the many victims in the names of whom he, as a homicide detective, had sought justice.He tipped his head back, closed his eyes, and let the tension shiver out of him.After a while, he considered turning on the radio to pass the time until Hazard arrived. Sheryl Crow, Barenaked Ladies, Chris Isaak, without orchestral strings and timpanis and French horns, might mellow his mood.He was reluctant to click the switch. He suspected that instead of the more impossible than the concrete walls of an underground garage and ranks of vehicles huddled under fluorescent lights.As he walked to the Expedition, his ragged breathing quickly grew normal. His racing heart not only slowed but also settled out of his throat, into his chest where it belonged.Behind the wheel of the SUV, he pushed the master switch to engage the power locks on all the doors.Through the windshield he could see nothing but a concrete wall mottled by water stains and car-exhaust deposits. Here and there, over time, florescences of lime had risen to the surface.His imagination wanted to search for collected menageries among the shifting shapes of clouds. Here, he saw only decomposing faces and the tumbled

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