They were scheduled to have a “photo shoot” today, but the studio was closed. So they came to the Grove. The photographer wasn’t expecting to find himself on the other side of the lens. But he recognized my camera, so we had something in common, besides admiring his fair lady.
I suggested that the foggy day would be an artistic gift. I don’t know where they landed.
The mask might concern those who need to see a woman’s face in order to judge her looks, but in this case an exception can be made.
You might recall that masquerade balls in Venice required that everyone wear masks ever since the 15th century.
Here’s a link regarding that masked topic:
Beverly Kenney:
Out of town were the people I knew
I had that feeling of self-pity
What to do, what to do, what to do
The outlook was decidedly blue
It turned out to be the luckiest day I’ve known”
By George Gershwin.
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