boy and dove

during the days of olive, we perhaps dropped the beloved nikon one too many times...by the end, the 50 mm was fuzzy (see above) and the 28 produced more scratches than matt mc donough's tabby white paw-ed kitten kat . . . on this day i was zipping home on my cosmic tricyle when i saw boy with dove, religious pieces on head and belt. we talked. his grammar was perfect, and he made confident eye contact, most of the time. he was caring for the pigeon. the other kids on the street did not talk or look at him so much as treat both him and bird as creatures from elsewhere.