I love this time of year for a number of reasons. One of those is the girls in their summer dresses. It may not be PC to say it but it is so and I don't care. The building on the left is the Wellmont Theatre. Some great acts have played there. I saw Stephen Colbert (who lives in my town) in an evening of discussion in order to raise money for the local film festival. On Sunday morning, the theater is used by a church. I don't know who they are but for blocks around, every parking spot is taken and there are neatly dressed people saying "good morning" and "hello." There are license plates from all over. Everybody looks happy and I'm certain that if I showed any interest at all, I would be surrounded by the devoted.
In any case, I'm walking back from the pharmacy this fine Sunday morning and I decide to take the shortcut through the parking lot. I noticed this woman and her billowing dress with the light in front of her and the groups of people and the cars and shadows. I went into autopilot and raised the camera to my eye and made two images. As I lower the camera, I have the thought that "those people" are going to think I'm some kind of a creep taking pictures of the rear end of that woman. Wait, why am I thinking like that? This is perfectly innocent! Whenever I have a thought like that, I usually realize in a nano-second that I'm projecting and think to myself "Tough shit". Upon overtaking the woman in the dress, I glance at her and see that she has a Canon in her hand and is making pictures of the group in front of her.
So, it's not always about me. Sometimes it's about her. Sometimes it's about nothing at all. Very often I wish there was just silence.