ARGENTINA Through Harold’s Lens:
“What’s your name”, she said.
I turned,
“Harold”.
Smiling,
“I see you are a photographer”.
I warmly replied “Yes, I enjoy life with my camera”.
Slinking a slow snaky turn she whispered
“I am a model.
Would you like to take my photograph?”.
“Thank you.
You are beautiful
I would love to”
I beamed.
Move.
Click. Click. Click.
Move.
Click. Click. Click.
Move.
Click. Click. Click.
“Hey, what the hell are you doing?”, the man yelled. I have a photo shoot going here and I am paying her by the hour.
She winked. I winked and walked away.
What’s a travel photographer to do?
