I have a special place in my heart for this photo. Had it not been for your wonderful eye finding this plea for love, my pleas for release from the Amargosa Opera House might never have been heard.
She appears to be about to drown -- and offering one last plea for love. I saw you making this, and am amazed at how tha glass table becomes a metaphor for drowning. (Meanwhile, our friend Iris was locked in the theatre, and you never even heard her pleas for help!)
