AS I ARRANGED THEM
Here the light was mine to place. The person wasn't.
The bubble outlasts the pose by maybe two seconds.
Ten minutes before the shot she was still deciding about the boots.
Every dial behind her set to someone else's schedule. She's running on her own time.
Profile only. The jacket says what the face won't.
Old ritual, new light. He's done this in worse mirrors.
Dressed for a kitchen she has no intention of cooking in.
The wall holds more texture than the dress does.