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"Yeah, time flies," Genise looked at me warily "Listen, why don't you make yourself comfortable" She pulled a chair fro up stir-fry, I fell under the spell of her photo albuli, but the photos in front ofFaces, ordinary faces, of all shapes and sizes, colors and creeds, beautiful and ugly, distinguished and nondescript, all caught on the boardwalk, all unaware of the camera's eye The transitory captured in eternity I could have spent hours creating stories about those faces

One series of photos I found bewitching In the first photo an angry woman, her face red and her fists clenched at her side, scowled at an oldon a bench Theatop crossed legs, his back resting against the bench He was s in spiraling flight Pupils dilated, the istered surprise

In the third, the ed to turn towards the assault His eyes shut, a hand rushed upwards in atteround an onlooker stared ape

In the next photo, the iant leap backward, like a coyote hop in reverse Fear is noticeable beneath her anger

"I thought for sure he was packing," Genise said startling ht so too"

The next photo reveals thean object froround is also caught in retreat

In the next one he produces a handkerchief "He really pisses her off," Genise said

"Like she's not already," I looked overphoto as he wipes the loogie aith a sainst the back of the bench "He laughs at her She rips into hi that and he just sits there cal at her I wanted to smack both of them"

"Why?"

"Cause she ay out of control and he ay in control, like too contrived or so"

In the last photo, the woer, her forehead purple beneath tightly curled bangs Her eyes glaring as she turned away