I had three photos of this, only this one had the bicyclist going through. But I liked that we all seemed to be looking at him, even the mannequins and the little santa. I met the cyclist later in the day, turns out he is a friend of my daughter’s so it was another connection.
She was standing in the back of the vintage store, trying to step out of her closet into the real world. She had found her style, her look but she was still tentative about stepping into the limelight, about getting attention for who she was. But she was halfway out and you can’t get all the way out without first going half way. I knew she would make it eventually.