Portrait: The Mother

She was tall and willowy and moved with grace.  I watched her for some time before I started photographing her.  She was attentive to her daughters, both little beauties who clearly had the good fortune to inherit their looks from the mother.

Night was falling.  A band was playing in the plaza, which was crowded, but there was a magic circle around this little family that opened up space for the girls to gambol and dance.  One of the best things about photography is people watching.

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