Alberta’s exuberant discovery of her ability to transform a photograph into a painting was soon tempered by Buster’s usual skeptical expertise.
Three hours later, Buster said” Okay, forget everything else. Let me put it this way,” He leaned forward:
“It’s not a painting.”
It was just this sort of linear, yet decorative logic that never failed to give Alberta pause. She hid a small smile of admiration by bending studiously over her laptop and squinting at its current photo population. Recently, Alberta had resolved to develop and maintain a muscular and nimble brain via the mastery of chess – okay, checkers , or Battleship… maybe Clue – and to cut down on free verse, especially at night.
“Some of my photos are clearly nomadic and never bother to let me know when they’re in residence,” Allberta mumbled…
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