What photographer could resist taking one last shot at this contrast of color, celebration of solitude, and dedication to vocation that this lady has on display. By the time we moved on I felt as though I'd found a friend, though it's doubtful that the feeling would be mutual. Couldn't help but wonder, though - Who is this lady, out there all by herself? Where does she live? Does she have kids? Does she come here often? How many fish are in that bucket to her left?
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