photo credit: chiik it was a pretty ordinary moment. we stopped in for a snack--probably burgers--at a likely looking spot; a diner called la bonbonniere in chelsea that looked like it had weathered something more than the sunshine outside.
it was when this pair sat down that the particular shade of sunshine changed. what was it about them that makes me take out this photo, now, over a year later and stare at it? I don't know, exactly.
it's just that he was so tired. and was so careful of the little one. it was cold outside, and you can see they're bundled up yet, because they'd been walking a while and hadn't warmed up enough to unwrap themselves from the layers they were wrapped in. that blue backpack was so gingerly pulled off his back and hung up. you can't really see, but that brown corduroy jacket had at least 2 sweaters underneath, and all that puffiness made it difficult to maneuver his arms. and the chair was too low for the table, and so he's actually kneeling on the seat, with the toes of his tennies hanging just over the edge.
they split a bowl of soup, and after a bit, a hotdog. you can see the end of the dog as a bulge of cheek, and somehow, it is that little bit that sort of breaks my heart every time.
I wonder if they ever made it to florida.
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Creepy.
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