Beth and I have lunch conversation over plates of Mediterranean food. We have known each other longer than either of us will admit, though it's not often we get together. I once greeted a woman in an old New Mexico mining town that I thought was Beth — she looked just like Beth — but she wasn't Beth. Even though I quickly apologized and walked away, the woman was rattled — I think she thought I was hitting on her. It wasn't that big a town and we kept coming across each other as we wandered about. Every time we did she would eye me suspiciously and cross the street. Twenty years later Beth and I still talk about her, and ask if either of us has seen Beth's evil twin.
Photographed with a Leica M8