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Saturday afternoon, a few hours after the train debacle/delight, I found myself back in Manhattan with some really lovely 6:30pm light beckoning.  My pal Nick and I had wandered into Sara Roosevelt Park, the multi-block strip of playgrounds, soccer fields, benches, and basketball/handball courts that separates the Lower East Side from Chinatown and Nolita.  I had the Hasselblad with me, and had just taken this shot:

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… when, over by the benches, a couple yelled out to us.  “If I gave you my email address, would you take a photo of us with that camera?” asked the lady half of the pair.  This was a new one.  I’m usually the one awkwardly approaching people to ask if I can take their photo.  So of course I obliged.  Two shots, in rapid succession.  I can’t remember if I even bothered to meter.  Nick took a couple of shots as well.  It was all a little peculiar.  The couple — Avalon and Winston — were on their way to a puppet show.  (Sure, why not?)  I dug into my wallet and found a random business card.  Avalon wrote her email address on the back of it.  “You’ll send a scan, yeah?”  “Of course,” I replied.

So yesterday, after I got the scans back from the lab, I wrote to Avalon and attached 2 jpegs of their portraits.  She sent back a very sweet reply.

A New York moment, if ever there was one.

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