Imperfect

 My timing was imperfect as imperfect as this photo...blogger won't let me crop it but I like all the heads against the painting.
I took it waiting at the bar,in the air conditioning, for  my lunch companions.
It was our farewell to Louise...Arlene and Louise and I then walked to the crosstown bus via a market on 43rd Street- a sun hat and bag later and Louise and I were sitting on the bus heading for the A train.