Have you ever been round at Abbeville Road with the smoke drifting through the projector beam, Miles Davis around your head, and Dick with his pictures? Here are a few of the greats, some of the kids, shy local beauties, downhome ravers making merry, winners who look like losers, oil rigs like oil paintings, weird-looking people who are not weird at all, very old people still with a trick up their sleeves, landscapes appearing from nowhere and always more kids, mischievous and sparkling, who lived in Dick's eyes and heart and soul - just their titles are like him talking.
Like getting stoned on a sunny day, hearing a forgotten song or meeting a pretty woman, Dick's pix are the purest magic, they make life glow a little, and you wish they could go on forever.
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