THIS MAN is an artist who’s been roaming our mountaintop streets for years. I do not know his name. At times he totes his work with him, out and about, and it can be quite large.
One of his very large paintings was leaning against a concrete column just behind him when I shot this photo.
For sale, one assumes.
He sat at a coffeehouse table for hours recently, reading a book. He does not own glasses though he clearly needs them. Instead he uses a magnifying glass.
And he’s the fellow sharing the table with the shocked woman who was featured here last week. But this photo was shot the following day.
This photo and others can, of course, be viewed bigger and better at Felipe’s Fabulous Fotos.
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The above are the same two girls shown in the recent photo on the post titled Divergent Lives. They appear a couple of years older here. They’re standing in the same positions.
The one on the right, again, is my child bride. The one on the left, a sister, is, well, she is what she is.
My wife adores children though she never had any. Maybe that’s why she likes them so much. The one in her arms is a brother, one of many siblings.
The faces of the two girls are revealing, reflecting their personalities, their true inner beings.
As mentioned previously, the one on the left went on to have four illegitimate children and lived unmarried with a bum for many years. The one on the right twiddled her fingers until her early 40s, waiting for me. ¡Qué bueno!