Josephine, May 2010 | lovely lady. i remember her, vividly. her words crept through her sleek lips so lightly, so shamefully. she was ashamed. she didn't want me to think she had no home - "it's only temporary", she said. i asked in a pool of curiosity, "how long have you been out here." she replied quickly, "not too long, no, not too long." we exchanged more words, and as i positioned my camera properly inside of my town palms she said to me, "do i look okay?" i removed the camera from my face and replied in full honesty, "yes, you're beautiful" as she continued to tickle and comb her hair in a certain way, to ensure that she at least felt beautiful. and hands, looked tired. old and wrinkled. as if she has labored for so long, with no break. laid out behind her is a sleeping body.