Viva Zapata!

Whatever that means.

One of the differences between a twenty-foot square canvas and its thirty-foot compadre (if that's where you hyphenate) is the fact that you can't stand on one side of the thirty-footers, stretch your arms up and out, and capture the entire canvas with your camera. Things get twisted. Bits get left out.

Experience, however, tells us that if you take a canvas that is covered with wet, dripped paint and hang it on the wall so as to get a better shot ... well, let me tell you, it's a disaster.

So as evening falls on Day One we are left with this:



Or, as they say at Ohio State when they play Wisconsin: "Badgers? We don't need no stinking badgers."

Basta! Whatever that means.