A life in retrospect.

What must it be like to be alone, helpless? To have a world-view that is a reflection of hazy, perhaps glamorous pictures of years far back in time that somehow seem more real than "real" time itself..What must it be like for her to outlive her whole family?
What must it be like, for the old?

Sunday ballyhoo 2

Here’s another couple of pictures from last Sunday, which seemingly has got me a mile long queue of pretty ladies waiting for their pictures to be clicked.


This shoot was fun, we had quite an audience gathered behind me watching the show, and some even asked me what magazine I was shooting for . [I wanted to tell her it was called “Little hotties”, but I bit my tongue, and told her the truth. ].


















The folks at the coffee shop though wouldn’t ask questions, and treated us like VIPs. Nice. :)
I think I should be doing this more often!