She’s seen a lotta sun, wind, outdoor Flori-duh living … and probably a lotta cigarettes. Good action with the wind swept shawls, her hair and skirt … like the composition …
I’m really proud of her that she’s not hiding. Although I wouldn’t have said that twenty years ago, but lookie, the natural woman not a plastic pumpkin, it’s a wonderful portrait, Oops. Feeling life. Don’t fence me in. La vie en rose.
Recently I have begun to explore a new genre, street photography.
The thrill is palpable in never quite knowing what’s down the alley and around the corner and whether it’s friendly, or not.
I’m learning as I go.  And as long as I don’t stumble over a tripwire or step on a punji stick I hope to post interesting images for your enjoyment.
She’s seen a lotta sun, wind, outdoor Flori-duh living … and probably a lotta cigarettes. Good action with the wind swept shawls, her hair and skirt … like the composition …
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November 1, 2016 at 11:06 am
I got lucky on this one, thanks.
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November 1, 2016 at 7:12 pm
I’m really proud of her that she’s not hiding. Although I wouldn’t have said that twenty years ago, but lookie, the natural woman not a plastic pumpkin, it’s a wonderful portrait, Oops. Feeling life. Don’t fence me in. La vie en rose.
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November 1, 2016 at 3:02 pm
I bet she’s had a remarkable life and if I weren’t so antisocial I would have chatted with her. 😦
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November 1, 2016 at 7:13 pm