As Hot As It Gets

Well, I hope not. More days like this please, in the full flush of summer, everyone showing some skin, letting the flesh have lizardly way. I didn't attempt to conceal my photography from these two men. In fact I asked them if they minded (and if they had requested I would have erased the image). The response was ambivalent, but seemingly not angry or too pissed off. Something about their body language, the contrasting figures they cut, made them interesting, in the way many passers by or bystanders can often be interesting to photograph: the sense of something barely glimpsed, the hint of a story, something to conjecture with.