the face, caught in a split neon second between streetcar and night sidewalk, looks like his.
but she can't be sure.
the proud posture, the long legs pushing the pedals: they look like his too.
but she can't be sure.
the only certainty she has these days is sadness and indignation, and a bewilderment that numbs.
she stares inward, clenching. his capacity for inspiring tears should have relented months ago. she is working on recovery. she thinks she'll get there.
but she can't be sure.
Very nice picture Lynn. The colour contrast with the cold grey metal of the bike.
ReplyDeleteI`m still waiting for the good moment to take a picture with these currently very popular winter-fashioncolours :-)
I'm a huge fan of selective coloring. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteTears are so much warmer in the cold
ReplyDeleteI know about staring inwards and clenching ...
ReplyDeleteI love the contrast working between the cold and harsh metal of the bike and the colorful and textured fabric wrapped very randomly around the handle. Fabulous shot.
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