In my previous post, I had stated that the half face didn’t make sense. Then I turned the corner, and there was the other half face. If I stood in a certain spot, I could capture the full face.
In a comment, Trent said, “Sometimes you just have to know where to stand.”
I thought for sure that was already a saying or song, or book. I couldn’t find exactly that when I searched. Trent has claimed it further with a short story that is relevant today. It’s a great read!
The man had “Art Critic” written all over his face.
He frowned, took a step to the side and squinted.
Mag had to laugh. He reminded her of that governor who the ex had entertained a few years ago, the one who most likely never drank anything except for Bud and yet pretended to be a connoisseur of fine Bordeaux. Where was he from, Alabama? Texas? No matter. His expressions were just priceless as he twirled and sniffed the glass he obviously felt was oversized. He then held the glass up to the light before he almost choked on the huge gulp he downed. He pretended to love it, but it was obvious he hated every drop.
The art critic’s expressions were even more obvious.
Well, she’d have to rescue this one since he was most likely going to give her a zero-star review in the Times.
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