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One afternoon last week when I was in Los Angeles, I took the Leica to a little park and adjoining parking lot down the street from my parents’ house. It was probably another hour or so before the sun was going to set, so I thought I’d take a few photos in the fading light. Suburbia is such a strange thing when you live in NYC — so much space, so much stillness. So much available parking. Everything is so precise, tamed, deliberate. Cul-de-sacs abound.
A few days earlier, I walked — Gasp! Walked! My parents had insisted that I take the car to drive the three blocks, but I made a face and strolled out the front door — to a nearby Starbucks, a standalone model on far edge of a mini-mall that also had a Ross Dress for Less and a 99 cent store. After ordering my caf-half-decaf, the barista took a long look at me and declared, “You know who you look like? This actress, maybe before your time: Winona Ryder.” Made my day, in so many ways.
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