It's always the most innocent looking ones that you have to look out for: the sweet girl next door with something to hide, the devoted wife with a big secret... This lovely lady looks like she's up to something. Is that a small pistol in her hand?!!
(Actually, she's my sister Judy, and she's just texting her son from my office.)
Welcome to another day of Noir Week where I play around with shadows and light. (And let my imagination run wild.)
16 comments:
What's that thing on the floor involving two sticks?
I need better posture!!!
Look out for the atomic glowing rectangle by the fireplace!
She's texting her bookie!
Nice sandals, Judy!
Hi Judy. While you critique yourself, I'm looking at you and wishing I "looked" like you.
Judy was here? Is here? Hi Judy!!
I'm sure you're discovering, Judy, what a noir place South Pasadena really is.
That is a very nice floor.
I sneaked in and out. Shhhhhh
Judy always sneaks in and out to avoid Mister Earl.
This time you're forgiven, Judy, but next time your fans hope you'll have an hour for a cup of coffee. I promise to sit between you and Mister Earl.
This is about the tenth time, Petrea!
It's always a pleasure to sit with you, Mister Earl.
Why thank you, Petrea! I'm concluding that Judy is a mythic figure, like a unicorn. We see her in pictures, we read her comments, but there's no proof that she actually exists!
She's a magical creature, it's true!
Blame me for monopolizing her. Next time we'll plan a happy hour. Do you guys still hang out and have happy hours? I'm totally out of the loop.
Don't worry, Laurie, there's no loop without you.
We hang out anytime there's a reason or no reason. Any one of us, but Judy especially, would be a reason or no reason.
Post a Comment