Jeff's Photo Story May

The crowd milled around the exhibit room, some showing interest in Flash's work others just quickly passed by. Flash did not paint for others but to express a feeling that needed to come forth. His attire expressed him as did his art. Oh he did care that something sold so that he could eat and sleep. He just did not cater to what the general crowd would want to buy.
"That has bright colors"
"I like the balance in that work"
Then he noticed her. He could not help noticing her, The late arrival, a clumsy set up, and her attire. She had a sculpture exhibit, and he feared that her items would hit the floor before they could be seen. He put down his drink. Stepping out and over to where her exhibit was to be set up. " Could you use an extra pair of hands?" Her dark eyes studied him, she wiped off the sweat from her forehead, and she wiped them on her orange bib overalls. A smile broke forth and she extended her hand. "I am Rose Elder, and I could indeed use a hand." The smile made the face beautiful. Her dark brown braided hair encircled the beautiful face. Flash had to catch his breath. They shared personal information as the display developed.
Rose had traveled a great distance but had jumped at the chance to be part of this show. Her work had become known locally but, not through out the nation. This show would give her that chance, and because it was for a week she thought it well worth the effort to come out here. She was staying in a cheaper motel, but cheap was not the same out here as it was in Michigan. The price she paid would have put her up in a four star motel back home.
The display set up, she excused herself. Flash had a double take on her return. She had changed in to a peach tea length dress and her hair was now flowing down her back but the smile remained.
During the days that followed Flash would take some time away. Rose was also absent from her display. No they were not together, although at the show room they could be found together often.
On the final day of the show Flash had another painting to add to his display. There was something magical about that painting. As a person came into the room their eyes were drawn over to it. The painting was called Rose. The painting was not for sale, but because it drew attention to Flash's work he sold his art.
Rose had another piece added to her display, and there was no question about who the bust was.
Flash could now accompany Rose to all shows.