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  • “Was that deliberate, yeh? Looking away, avoiding eye contact ? Did I say tempt me, tease me, reject me with your eyes” ?

    Take a break, time to reload . . . . “ let down your hair . . . . let’s move to the south side of the house, the light is better in the sitting room”.

    The shoot took most of the day, it changed from moment to moment with the light, and was an exhausting, intense, emotionally charged, and yet . . . (sigh). . . a peaceful day.

    My focus . . . . a true friend, from another time, another place. We had never dated (l shared a hibachi with her singing partner for while), we never had sex or been romantically involved, but there was and still is a connection, a real, in your gut chemistry.

    She called after some time . . . a year, maybe two. . . without contact, and asked me to meet her at her aunt’s house in Mitchell or maybe it was Lyman, to talk, just for the day, in Nebraska? She had had it with the Piano man, she felt fragile, lost and alone.
  • Our opening dialog had stalled . . . . . she looked off . . . . past me, head slightly down, her right index finger to her mouth . . . . . . “Will you photograph me”? . . . pause. . . “Sure, anything you want, do you need new head shots?”. . . . . . “No, I just have to move on, try to find myself, feel something again. Help me see through this mask, to find my soul? Do I even have a soul? I don’t need anything . . . . . . I just want to be more.”

    As she posed and I shot, our conversation quickly returned to a comfort level we had always enjoyed on that white rug on the floor, off the Hollywood freeway, when we wrote alone, together.

    She moved and the camera moved with her, capturing and saving ten, twenty, maybe more, windows into her open soul.
  • When the day was done, we parted with a long sure hug and a look that never said goodbye. We would only see each other one more time two years later, back in L.A.

    I feel her, I see her, she is still a presence today, forty years gone by. . . . as if . . . . only just a day.

    Look into the eyes of life, accept her and you may see, the reflection of another soul.
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