Having shirked the trip to Brooklyn last weekend because of the shoppers, we went to sedate Rhinebeck, NY and Bread Alone. They serve cupcakes now - this organic paragan of multi-grain. We were sitting two tables down from a father, mother and their three daughters. 'There's a fourth child, our son, but he's away at school," the mother said.
"The likeness between your husband and your youngest daughter caught my eye."
"I am sure they would love to be photographed."With their strong looks they could be cast in any film about pioneers. I can see them in a covered wagon galloping full tilt across the foothills of Wyoming in 1870 - bullets popping holes in the canvas.
Brynn works at Bread Alone in Rhinebeck, NY once a week. We arrived just as they were closing, and she was sweeping up when her friend came in. She was so pleased to see him she nearly dropped the broom as she gazed at him. Her boss agreed to let her have her picture taken.
They stood together shyly and asked if they should smile. They light was fast fading. We were outside the café. We heard a hard knocking on the window from the inside. It was the boss saying, that's enough, finish the sweeping.
We spent another minute or two. I hope she still has her job.
A late breakfast at Bread Alone in Rhinebeck, NY, Caroline asked the waitress how large a large orange juice was and the question was answered by a woman in black at the table next door who simply raised her glass and said, "Large."I hardly caught a glimpse of her, but when her six year-old son turned around from his Nintendo DS, I was immediately struck and asked the woman in black if I could take his picture. She said yes, and I then saw the other woman,
also dressed in black and was struck again.A few pleasant minutes of introducing ourselves and then the mother said, "We are twins." A few more minutes while we looked at wonderful pictures of them on their iPhone when they were six years old. At last now, free to get up, find a place to take the pictures and raise the camera to my eye.