This afternoon, I watched a young woman exit Whole Foods. Two long braids of jet black hair fell magnificently on her bare back. The pleats were held together by many colorful rubber bands, twining up the length of the braid, all the way to her scalp.
I was itching to photograph her. But my itch worked its way more slowly than her footstep and by the time I told myself – oh for God's sake, just take it! -- she had turned the corner.
It is so often like that.
I leave you, instead, with the colors differently presented – in flower beds that I passed on my walk to Whole Foods. The two blues, and the prairie flames of gold and magenta. Beyond that, it was a hot and singularly discouraging walk. (And day.)
Purchase photo 1919
Purchase photo 1918