Shoes and “Thank yous.”

After a good night’s sleep Joanie and I went into Charlottesville earlier today to run a number of errands. My biggest priority was something I’d been looking forward to for a couple of months—a chance to do more shooting with one of the most interesting, talented and beautiful subjects I’ve ever had the privilege of working with. Her name is Jessica Newlyn Baraff—known to many of you as “The Hula Hoop Girl.” I did several posts on her almost 2 months ago entitled “Hula Hootenanny.”

Before meeting up with Jessica, Joanie and I went to a shoe store so she could buy some new athletic shoes. She always has problem finding good-fitting shoes—her feet are so small—very narrow.

As the pile of boxes of shoes brought by the sales person began piling up Joanie realized she had made a serious mistake—she was not wearing any socks and forgot to bring a pair to wear while trying on shoes to get a proper fit.

It’s a common situation I guess—I’m sure most of you out there have, on numerous occasions, had to take off the socks you were wearing and loan them to a spouse because he/she forgot to bring some to the shoe store.

Any way—sockless I made my way to the downtown mall—5 or 6 minutes away from the shoe store. It was a beautiful Saturday morning on the mall. With September here we are now over the hump and fall is in the air. There is a bit of tang in the morning when you leave the house and driving through the world that surrounds your home the sky is bluer, somehow the whole business of being in the world is a bit less onerous and the prospect of doing those things you have to do is a bit less annoying.

I made my way through the moving, smiling crowds of people strolling in the blue sky sunshine, shopping, enjoying a beverage at one of the many outdoor café’s with friends and lovers. I didn’t know the hours of The Chroma Gallery but was hopeful they’d be open Saturday mornings—they were—and the person I was wanting to see was standing there in the middle of the front (main) gallery.

“I brought you something,” I said handing Deborah a manila envelope. “These are a few of the pictures I took here yesterday.”

“You were too tired to post very much last night,” she said with a sympathetic smile.

“Yesterday was a long day,” I said.

“For us too,” she returned.”

“These are a little gift to show you how much I appreciate your hospitality and patience,” I said, “I know I was in the way at times.”

Deborah looked through the small stack. “Ah—this is the one you posted,” she said peering at the image of the main gallery with the walls blending into the floor and the single customer walking into the back.

“This is cute—a nice portrait of Sarah,” she said smiling at the image of Sarah emerging from heavy black curtains.

She looked through the rest—nodding or making brief comments.

“You’re a good photographer,” she offered.

“Thank you Deborah—coming from someone like yourself who works in a setting like this,” and I gestured toward the beautiful art hanging on the walls around us, “that means a lot.”

Knowing she was busy and that I (once more) was more than likely to be in the way, I scampered for the door.

“Thank you again,” I said, “I hope you’ll come to the website often—I post a new image and commentary or story every day. She smiled and nodded as I exited through the glass doors back out into the fall sunshine and the smiling passers-by.

Emerging from a stack of boxes with two pairs of shoes in hand and a big smile, Joanie had just finished up as I walked back into the store. We stopped at Ben & Jerry’s and I ate a big sundae I really shouldn’t have then we then drove over to the Uva. Child Development Laboratory where we were to meet Jessica.

That’s another story and I’ll have some images ready to put up tomorrow. So come back in 24 hours and read the next post—“The Hula-hoop Girl Spins Again.”

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