This night I watched a man at the bar stroke his wife's hair over and over again. I watched women and men stumble around the makeshift dance floor in front of the band. I watched my husband strain to hit some high notes while nailing most of them. I crouched in corners behind my camera. If life was a spectator sport, I'd be world champion.
new year's eve 2009
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I love that star light in the last photo. What a cool place to spend the evening.
sometimes, observing is how we participate, how we engage... just look at how you've shared with us here! gorgeous photos, fantastic description.
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