We had a great Bingo night at the Mansion tonight, a full house, lots of fun when I decided to sing the bingo numbers and was jeered and hooted by the residents.  I called myself the “Bald Bingo Caller.” They  still booed me.

Maria snuck a video, of course, and put it up on her blog.

After Bingo, we went to the Bog, or local tavern and burger place, and I looked for Kelly to photograph, she had vanished. I caught her outside, she was taking a break, I smelled cigarette smoke but she professed innocence, sort of.

Even in the dark by the back door, she looked radiant and  strong.

Kelly is one of my favorite people and portrait subjects, her smile lights up vast spaces, the Bog Bar,  and a good chunk of our town. She personifies grace and  warmth, she never backs a way from a photograph.

Most nights, she tends bar, cleans tables, takes orders, serves food, passes out the bills, and collects the money. She always makes it look easy, it never is.

Kelly never seeks attention or publicity, but she is a strong woman, she is at ease with herself, and the camera is in love with her smile.