#37
Weird Places
Mid-shoot, I disappeared.
So they thought.
The best shots often come from weird places.
Slipping into the cupboard,
I slid the door closed, mostly.
Watching. Waiting.
The work was silent.
Filtering fragments of the scene
between the gaps.
Stylist and subject, unguarded.
She moved, he adjusted.
A moment arrived the open room
would never allow.
The vantage became the point.
