Suppose it were Friday lx: panache declares a stock split

The story goes, that the young Terestchenko

wrote home to complain of the glare at mor-

ning assembly at his public school, and on
the sound proposition that he'd need two
eyepieces, the family sent down a Rollei. 
The rest of the story is well known, how
he grew so to detest the accumulation of
its heaps of awesome images, that he open-
ed a blog and then a tumblr, to dispose of 
the debris. 


Yet his debris was so often another man's
castle, that it went on, until, while run-
ning 'round Nîmes on low batt, his natur-
al release at last proposed itself in the
the pausing of panache, propulsion and 
poise on a perch of sweet perspective be-
tween its navigations of aplomb. He would
invest in a surfing van, to purge impres-
sions of its pursuit with peripatetic
promptness.

What's good enough for lesser search engines, 
is good enough for our paragon of style to 
the bone; Terestchenko's photography page
has just declared a stock split, not to
sever surfing (I'd be sure) from its base
but to cast it forth in a new investigative
light, of the very most promising perspec-
tive and inspiration. We know it must be
marvelous, for this may be the first time
he's seized definition of his own project, 
with such open-ended permission. It in-
clines one to pay attention, bright as 
it's bound to be.

ii     Ivan Terestchenko Photography
iii   Tale from the Van