"and we all know why"
She comes in like a little lost lamb. Library bun, sensible shoes, pleated skirt.I wink at Rosie behind the bar and she slides me a tequila shot. When babycakes walks by, I grab her arm."I should sit here?""That's your drink,...
It's the last run and the bus is empty, but for Alice, halfway back, reading a dog-eared romance. She braces against the stop, watching with bowed head as the wild child boards.She struts her tatted leather preen to the opposite...
"The camera never lies, but it doesn't tell you everything"
I don't usually shoot pictures of people when I'm walking, but today's an exception. Two ladies, park regulars. Mature, elegant, refined, they sit with an intimacy that speaks of an enduring friendship."Look, it's that photographer lady, taking our picture. Smile.""Kinda...