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“You didn’t.” He smiles in a way that is authentic and somewhat…adorable. “But I am starting to wonder if you can hold a serious conversation.”
“I can, but it isn’t my usual means of communication.”
“Why?”
“A lifetime of rebellion.”
“Huh?”
“Never mind.” I bury my head behind the camera. “We can have a serious conversation if you want. What did you have in mind?”
Foster stands silent at my side as I snap a few photographs. When the frame is exhausted, I gather my equipment and meander to the opposite end of the platform with my faithful guard at my side—still quiet.
I drop my camera bag at the new location.
“Before,” Foster says, “I was asking about your project and all these images that you’re taking.”
“What about them?” I ask, quickly setting up.
“What’s your project about?”
“It’s a study of water.”
“Water,” he muses. “I guess that’s pretty obvious. Are you doing all the classical elements? Earth, wind, and fire, too? Not the band, of course.”
“No.” I laugh, ducking behind the camera. “Why would you think that?”
“It’s logical. They all go together, chemically speaking, balancing each other out, and humans are dependent on all of them to co exist with one another.”
“For humans and the earth maybe, but this isn’t a science project. It’s art. Plus, I’m not exploring that kind of story with this series.”
“There’s a story, too? These are pictures, right?”
“That’s usually what you take with a camera.”
“You’re teasing me again, Evelyn.”
“But it’s so easy, Fozzie,” I singsong. “Besides, you’re thinking too hard. You’re going to hurt that big brain of yours.”
“I doubt that,” he counters. “And it’s not that big.”
“Right.” I laugh. “Keep telling yourself that, Mr. I Hold Every Academic Chemistry Award Known to Man.”
“Somebody needs to. Why not me?”
He pauses, and I take another shot.
“Explain to me what you mean, so I don’t give myself a brain aneurysm.”
“Okay.” I rise from my bent position.
The soft glow from the fountain illuminates his windblown warm-brown hair. The excessive moisture in the air has caused the ends to curl across his brow, framing his midnight-blue eyes.
“Each image is supposed to tell a story, and I’m using water to convey mine.”
“Water?” he questions skeptically.
“Yes. Clear liquid often found in oceans, streams, lakes, and rivers. Sometimes falls from the sky in the form of rain.”
