Sometimes the other idea is the idea.
I'd planned to make photographs in some fountains downtown. I'd scoped the place out on a Monday and when we arrived on Tuesday all the fountains were drained. There wasn't a drop of water anywhere. Not really. Just a few sad looking puddles in the concrete pools.
The divine Ms. Joy Thompson and I had some fun anyway. We moved along, brought the ball with us, and had a really good time in the sticky summer evening.
This week she's off to PhD-land and I wish her the very best. The door at Kabassah village is always open:)
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