Upon finding this picture, I realize now that my hasty post about my misfortune in the mine shaft at the Grand Canyon was unfair so I'll try to explain over the next few days:
This red-haired diva danced her way into the hearts of the crowd at The Venetian, completely unaware of the true character of the man to her right. I hadn't seen him since a surprise trip took me to New York City in July of 2006 but no amount of time could ever erase the face of a true nemesis. At first, neither of us realized the other was there but with a click of the shutter sudden recognition set in. I knew after almost two years that my luck had run out. The instant after I took this photo, and the shock of his familiar glare ruining my diva-picture wore off, I made my way as quickly and casually as I could for the nearest door mouthing the words 'nice hat' as I went.
Not drawing attention, and thus Casino Security, to ourselves was critical to both of us and that knowledge meant that he would finish the performance like normal but be after me within minutes. He would want what I had taken from the American Museum of Natural History, and from him, in New York.
And I couldn't let him have it...
(Nikon D300, 200mm, f/5.6, 1/60, ISO 1400)
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