She had a good eye, whoever she was. Her username for the photography group was JANET followed by a string of numbers, so I presumed the person was a she. There was something sensual about the pictures she shared. I was entranced by them.

We were an online group, all of us interested in photography. We critiqued each other’s work in a helpful manner. We discussed composition, lighting and how to capture those perfect lightning-strike moments out in the world.

I didn’t have any illusions that I could make a living taking pictures, but now and again, walking around my city, I snapped something with my camera phone that had some artistic worth, I thought. I’d catch a pigeon in flight or a line of taxis in the rain that somehow seemed to speak to some deeper truth about the universe.

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