A very friendly watcher of the eclipse, part of our crowd in Hebo, Oregon. She’d come from Salt Lake City. I didn’t get her name, which I now regret. This is about 15 minutes after totality, and I just liked the way the light was falling on her, and she was kind enough to say Yes when I asked to take her picture.
At the château de Versailles.
A couple kissing in the plaza in front of Notre Dame, after the floodlights were turned off.
A fellow who was on guard duty during the talks at the Hotel Imperial.
At the base of the Campanile. San Marco Square, Venexia.
In Cannaregio, at the Rio Terà Frutariol and Rio Terrà Santi Apostol.
At the vaporetto stop for San Giorgio Maggiore.
“The heart is not for sale.” Graffito on the Rialto Market.
On the Fondamenta Ormesini. Taken from across the Rio della Misericordia from a seat in the Ghimel Garden restaurant, in the Ghetto.
At the Campo dei Gesuiti, Venexia.
Not that I ever called him that to his face. But his jaunty swagger, bullet shaped head, and rough-but-hilarious talk made the parallel inevitable. He was the clear king of his domain, a street restaurant in the Temple Street Night Market. Yau Ma Tei, Hong Kong.
A crowd around a game of xiàngqí on the grounds of the Tin Hau temple in Yau Ma Tei, Hong Kong.
While we were eating at the Yemen Cafe in Brooklyn, they received a delivery from their halal butcher. I started making a picture or two, and this fellow noticed me. I love his pride.
George, at Pop’s Diner in Flushing.