Birth

A month ago at Pacifica, an oceanfront tapas bar, I asked Christine – a waitress with pretty features and interesting tattoos and a pregnant belly – if she be interested in doing some photos. Some months before I’d photographed Jimmy the bartender for a mag story on cyclists, so she knew who I was. It made her night she said, and gave me her number. We exchanged texts over the next couple of weeks. Memorial day came and went, we got busy, etc. Finally one night, I sent her an embarrassed text asking if I’d missed the opportunity. “No, but it’s soon,” came the reply. I suggested the next day. Long story short, she came and we took photographs. She went home with cramps starting and three hours later gave birth to a healthy little girl. Here’s to timing.