A man sitting across from me in the waiting room of the doctor's office.
A young woman passing the time on her laptop in the airport departure lounge.
Betsy's hat flirted with me during a BlogHer session.
A girl answers her celphone on the streets of Chicago, probably on her lunch hour.
Megan's hair is thick and rich and I can't do it justice.
All our flights were delayed coming home from Chicago. This guy stared at his Blackberry for two hours, the sun streaming in behind him as it dropped lower in the sky.
This child caught my eye. When you are two, holding still is impossible (unless you are asleep). I had to be quick.
Who do these moments belong to?