Spine

When you are stripped of everything, when you have lost all your leaves, when birds have foraged flesh off your ribs. What is left? Where is your spine?

The $3,000 brick

The following is a true story. The names have been changed to protect the extremely innocent (and wealthy).

I will call her Belinda. Never told me her name, but sure looked like a Belinda. She came into my tent at the art fair avoiding eye contact and with an air of superiority. She scanned my images like judging them, like comparing them to an imaginary standard. Her face had a hint of dislike.

She had a camera straped around her neck. Then I noticed, it was not just any camera, but the object of my desire, a beatiful and massive Nikon D700. I approached her in an intent of disarming her. "I see you brought me my camera" - I said. She smiled. "May I?" - I further asked while I reached for the camera. I took it in my hands and it felt just as it should.

But something was wrong. I hesitated, Am I really seeing this? An "E" was flashing on the top screen.

I couldn't resist telling her: "You have no card!"

Location : 1599 Winterberry Ln, Weston, FL 33327,