I didn't know Esther well. She was a friend of friends. After she passed away, there was a box filled with snapshots she'd taken. Many were recognizable theatre celebs of long ago. Other photos were of her and others. Some photos had inscriptions on the reverse, which I've noted. Others had nothing. This box was destined for the trash bin. I saved it.


01 September 2009

The many moods of E.Z.





1 comment:

askthecoolcookie said...

OK, I'm trying to imagine how she got twisted up in that chair, and I'm drawing a blank.