Bob the Builder
Bob is our neighbor and husband to Pat, the lovely lady who once told me about love. Yesterday Arlo, Farrah and I came home from school to a loud roar and clouds of dust in the street. Bob was grinding down the sidewalk slabs that had shifted and risen into obstacles. When I expressed concern about him doing all this work without a mask, he gave me the stink-eye. Or maybe he winked at me. It was really dusty.
After making the sign of the cross over my camera, I used the dust as effect on some portraits:
Brushing the dust off and trying something new. Thanks to you Bob for providing the canvas and a smoother path towards it.