So this drunk woman came up to me one day
down at the Ohio River. She stumbled over to
my table, waving her wine around; chitchatting
incoherently-all the while lifting her pants and
flashing her wooly socks at me. Those shoes!
She had noticed my camera (I'm sure of it) and
was seemingly going for the Oscar...so I shot
her. ;) We exchanged emails (because I promised
that I'd send her a copy), and so I did. Come
to find out, she was a sculptor from out of town.
(and a pretty cool gal.) She liked the shot, by the