I met Vera in a Natural History Museum night class in astronomy. You never forget your first look at Vera. She’s a big woman, tall and erect, with long auburn hair that falls past her shoulders. But the first thing you notice is her breasts. She wears clothes that attempt to play down her bust line, but for a woman built like Vera, that is impossible.

We happened to be twenty years older than many of the younger participants and we begar sitting next to each other and going on our breaks together. I learned she had been married and had grown children, as did I. When she learned I was a professional photographer, we really hit it off. She was a talented amateur and picked my brain constantly. She had a shrewd and sharp mind and was eager to learn.

One night in the planetarium’s dim light, waiting for the... Read More