A bit of background. I was "away" because my father died in July and I had to be in Scotland for his funeral. Thanks to a missed e-mail (apparently it never arrived at AP) there weren't any articles in stock. Frances and I had been up to Scotland in mid June to see him while he was still alive -- we arrived on his 88th birthday, June 12 -- and then we went back to France about ten days later. We were told that he might last a few hours, a few days, a few weeks or a few months. We then went down to Arles for the Rencontres, with an exhibition each. Four days after we got back, he died. Back to Scotland. I drove 8000km in 8 weeks: 5000 miles in 56 days. During that time I spent many hours at my father's bedside when he was dying; matted, framed and hung several dozen pictures; then went back to Scotland and delivered the eulogy at his funeral. After that I helped his second wife to clear up some things: my mother died in 1974 and he remarried half a decade later. R.