Celebrating almost four and a half decades of friendship. I will know this woman until one of us draws our last breath. Love you, Melayha.
She was a beauty. He was mad for her. She knew it. He was trying hard to keep her interested, but she was already bored with him. We looked at each other. She knew I knew. The end. (Was near.)
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.
My best friend is here for two weeks. We have been friends for 44 years. We got our faces painted and did Day of the Dead. Caught an image of her in this mirror leaning against a shelf on an altar. What a ham!
Her lipstick looks like blood on the corncob!