Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Not Found in Nature
I see some of the most amazing sights in Paris just walking down the street. I mean, they're walking down the street. I'm talking about young girls in crazy get ups, older men in ascots, and grande dames with their furs and artfully arranged French twists. And it's almost impossible for me to get out my camera, adjust the settings, and get the shot before they cross the street or just walk by in the other direction, off into the sunset, lost forever.
I thought it was going to be another one of those lost opportunities the other day. I was waiting for the Métro with one of my kids and this lady, with the orangiest orange hair I have ever seen, sauntered down the platform, in her leather pants and leather gloves, and her jaunty multicolored scarf with the same unbelievable orange tones in it. It was my good luck that she sat solo across the aisle from me when we boarded the train and I was able to take pictures of my kid with orange hair lady in the "background." I cropped my kid out (plenty of those photos at home) and I'm pleased as punch to share this photo, in part as an offering for all those other missed moments.