introduction
by mitalapo

Comment by Ammie:
so sweet. A tender moment

More than one
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Comment by mariuca:
I think that the blinking image is just warning us that the content of the essay will be irrepressibly funny. Is the women on the right Penelope Cruz lookalike?

I chuckled the whole time. Almost. I could take away first and last pictures without missing them. Starting with "On a public square " would be much more powerful. A wonderful nod to candid street photography.

From the presentation point of view, the vertical images suffer for being oversized. Reducing the portrait orientation images to a more manageable size, let's say 1000 or 900 pixels, would benefit the viewing.

Open your ears
by mitalapo

Comment by streetpigeon:
His expression conveys his force, and we can hear that trombone rip off its powerful notes. The moment is well-captured. Now if only he was also wearing a loud shirt.

preservation hall
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Comment by MeMex2:
what a fabulous shot...

More than one
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Comment by posthumous:
I was very disappointed that none of the other photos are blinking.

Nevertheless, I do like your organizing principle. I love some photos more than others, but all show human interaction and suggest stories.

More than one
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Comment by primabarbara:
wow - this is like you made an essay of essays - together with Pair of sorts. What comes up next?
The opening picture with the blinking eyes is like a promise. And viewes can not be disappointed!
Every picture leaves room for own interpretations! I hope there will be a lot of stories to be found in a few days.
Most of all I like the young couple eating icecream on the bench.

On the bench
by mitalapo

Comment by primabarbara:
ahh - it's so good to relax here after exploring the city and walking the whole day, isn't it? And I'm glad we found that outdoor photo exhibition!

Untitled
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Comment by tnun:
no rules apply for the pretty ones

Untitled
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Comment by Tiberius:
dixie?

Untitled
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Comment by posthumous:
Why the Long Face?