Saturday, July 12, 2003

symphony of summer sidewalks

at one point, deep into the dusk, and following yet another anecdote-of-anecdotes, he scraped his chair closer and said:
"you should write a book."
she smiled.
remnants of the evening tumbled through the gaps.
"i have no stories," she replied. "i have only words."


  1. lynn, i really love the way you pair words and images. it's perfect! you're very talented in both realms.

  2. I love that: "remnants of the evening tumbled through the gaps". :) Lovely photo, too.