She got tired of riding in the car. It may have been a convertible with the top down, but she wanted to walk. Like all queens and princesses she got her way. And, walked. I walked along with her for a short time. I chatted with her auntie and made sure it was okay to work closely. Now, I owe her a picture. I always owe somebody picture for favors on the street.
That’s how it goes.
The picture. It’s a funny thing. Even though I’m driven toward the edges, I photographed everything. I made a lot of portraits. I made a lot of stuff on the edges. Surprisingly, I also made a lot of pretty good parade pictures. I’ll show those to you tomorrow.
Technically, this picture didn’t get much work in post production. A little softening and added glow because that’s how I saw her. And, a little burning on the edges, which is very old school and harkens back to my wet darkroom days. In theory, it draws your eyes toward the center.