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Your comments/critiques appreciated.

This is as if about single-d-ness, about being alone. Very stiff. Very restrictive. almost like - empty. Gives a sensation of a dull pain in the throat/chest.

This was taken right before a big snowstorm we had on Sunday. You are keenly perceptive about the psychology of the shot, in fact. Your comments are like therapy. ;)

... your shots are like an insight into your life. So please forgive me for only being nothing more than an observer.

An observer is all you can be, Vi. I'm not trying to tell a story with my shots per se, but each picture I take, whether it is of flowers, of me, or whatever the subject, reflects more of me, perhaps more than it should. A picture is a piece of the soul who takes it as much as it is of the subject.

Agree.

Thanks, you two, for discussing this so well before I got here. Quite well executed (I find the napkin disturbing, jarring - nice detail!) and evocative. I'm now going to hunt down a short story by James Thurber called, I believe, Solo, a powerfully moving vignette about dining out alone. When I find it, I'll report back. Meanwhile: effective photograph, Chris.