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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4 comments:
I love that star light in the last photo. What a cool place to spend the evening.
A man with a microphone and a girl with a camera. That, my friend, is a nice combination indeed.
sometimes, observing is how we participate, how we engage... just look at how you've shared with us here! gorgeous photos, fantastic description.
Have you tried the black bean soup at that establishment? Perfection!
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