Parque Colon... One more time!

The afternoon was warm and breezy, and I felt the wonderful invisibility that reportage artists are sometimes blessed with. You know, those rare moments when you can just stare and no one seems to notice and even better, approach you. I watched how two complete strangers (the two ladies above) sat next to each other and rambled on for hours like best friends, a dominican trait I don't fully share but admire. I watched the dog groom and exhibit himself shamelessly in front of me (another trait I admire), and basically I laid back in the pure joy of being there and drawing.