Wuss

I was out walking around town, with Steve, en-camera'd. And I saw the most amazing woman. She was in a box.

A little lady, or person, as I believe the preferred nomenclature runs. Can't have been more than a foot and a half tall and she was sitting in a box being held by a man. She was grinning like crazy and clearly having the time of her life.

Did I stop, and engage them in conversation, shoot what would have been some incredible portraits? No. I kept walking.

Wuss.

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Semper suterne nitens (even if that means a public admission of being a pansy-ass so the next time...),

C