This past Wednesday, in the crafts barn at the Galloway County Fair, David C. Fischer, a sixty-four-year-old photographer from Fjord, Wisconsin, briefly observed a certain woman whom he most likely has never seen before and probably will never see again but whose manner, attire, and physical features, except for her footwear, remain, four days later, vivid in Fischers memory. Fischer considered taking pictures of the woman, but, for a variety of thin reasons, did not. Oddly enough—and isnt oddly enough an idiom worthy of contemplation?—Fischer returned to the crafts barn on Friday and took a picture of the feet of two women who, but for the photograph, Fischer believes, would have swiftly evaporated from his mind.
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