Read Full Post…“Take our picture!
Take our picture!”
How can I refuse? The two girls, in their haphazard patterns and colours and fabrics. They pose, all serious and mannered. Smile! I gesture. Smile!
One is more shy, takes courage from her friend’s hand, standing close behind. The other relaxes. There she is. A photographer knows the difference between a pose, and a presence.
Here I am. With no words, she says. Take my picture. Remember me.