According to the pundits and insiders who seem to know about these things, the issue of fracking was not on the agenda for reasons known only to Andrew, his supportive corporate interests and his 2016 strategists, hence an anti-fracking demonstration that was held in the warm, dry, claustrophobic confines of the lower concourse of the Rockafella Plaza in Albany. It was dim, loud, disorganized, unfocused, and the lighting was terrible, anathema for the non-flash photographers in the crowd (me). On top of that, I had the mis-fortune to be standing next to a gregarious AARP hippy who sprayed droplets of spittle when he spoke. I couldn't get away from him fast enough and I'm quite sure a droplet landed in my mouth. Icky at the best of times, but with the flu running rampant across the country, I cringe at the possibilities. The overall circumstances did not provide photo ops suited to my take on things, but I did get this one nice one on my way out that made up for the overall misadventure of being there.
Hope I will be ok. Also hoping that Devora, who is literally a "Soldier in Rain", on an army base somewhere in Israel right now, where it has been raining incessantly, is ok. While going through the archives for material I will be using on an upcoming blog, I found this nice picture of her taken on a warm summer at the National Gallery in Ottawa last year. Irrelevant to anyone but me, but so what.
She is my favorite model because I usually never have to tell her to "stop smiling!!!". Don't know what happened here.
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