Walking south on Main Street the other morning, I spotted Katharyne sitting on a bench enjoying music through her earbuds. She had her eyes sort of half-closed. Not wanting to interrupt her reverie, I walked on past her although I didn’t really want to. About 25 yards on, I turned and glanced back at her again, and saw that her eyes were open. I seized the moment. Quickly retracing my steps, I approached her, introducing both myself and my objective to capture her photo. She graciously agreed.
When she told me her name, I wanted to be sure I used the correct spelling variation. After she told me how she did it, I remarked that it was an unusual spelling. Katharyne told me proudly that it was Italian.
Grazie, Katharyne. Ecco la vostra foto.