SUNDAY ESPECIALLY is a swell time to head downtown to sit on a concrete bench and admire the passersby.
I snapped these two shots yesterday, and I’m sharing them with you.
I call the top photo “Holding On” because that’s what she’s doing. It’s what we all do after we reach a certain age. Oh, we may do other things, but down deep we’re just holding on, our fingers losing their grip on the crumbling ledge.
The second shot I call “The Ladies” because that’s what they are. We have middle-aged, young and old. I don’t know if they’re related. It doesn’t matter.
Like me and my child bride, they were just sitting on a concrete bench enjoying a springtime afternoon on the plaza.
FYI: The one on the left is also “Holding On.”
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(Note: For better versions of these shots and many more, go here.)