Must be a curse or something because every time I come to the US I’m either sick, robbed, dead in the Death Valley or murdered by drug dealers in San Francisco. Anyway I love the country and have unfinished business with Yosemite National Park. Not an easy place to be original and with legends like Michael Frye running a workshop only a few metres away, it’s hard to get the mojo flowing. Using this fallen Giant Sequoias as foreground I hope I’ve done the place some justice.
They Might Be Giants
