Of the twenty-four beach balls floating in the pool, Eliska said, "They're boring! Why don't they make them in new colors?"
"Because they're classic: they're perfect just as they are," I answered.
While she and her sister swam before the birthday party, I snapped the balls again, and again, and again, thinking I could capture the perfect Hockney image.
Crispness, clarity, seeming simplicity, directness.
Like Clue
Audrey Hepburn
Thoreau's "If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer"
graham crackers
and children with big questions.
Classic.
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