Looking over, just to peek, to get an idea of someone else's thoughts, their ruminations. Is that cheating? Or is it inspiration? One time, in a gallery, in Oregon, on the coast, Astoria, I believe, I took a photo of a woman's painting and immediately the proprietor of the gallery came over and reprimanded me. Didi't I know these were copyrighted works? I was so embarrassed, I left.
This photograph caught a stolen moment of a schoolboy at his desk, pondering something, looking skyward, while his neighbor, ever so surreptitiously glances over, hoping not to be noticed, if only to glimpse a fragment, a scrap of inspiration...
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