by Bob Justis
Justis was down at the botanical gardens, shooting flowers but he was running out of ideas. Then he noticed the woman who had set up her easel and was painting away. As he watched, she became more and more rapt in concentration; in turn, Justis became more and more engrossed. He casually clicked off several shots. "It was just two people down in the garden, enjoying their hobbies. Part of the success was she had no idea I was taking her picture."