One of my most heavily scavenged original images; I have gone out of the normal frame to create worlds we never see around, although all the basic elements are right there, strewn around us, unless we never go out from the 'clean' street of our 'clean' town; even my carny man of old, thirty years ago, smoking a last cig before rolling up the tarps, my 8x10 Kardan B being just one more piece to be moved around; we never said a word, for all was too quiet to be disturbed by our 'civilized' chattering, leave it to the winds of time