I love this picture. I love everything about it: the colors, the perspective, the people, all of it. Usually I avoid posting pictures like this to the blog out of consideration, but on this night, having been called a whore for approximately the 5,749th time since my separation some 13 and a half months ago, I was just pissed off enough to take the shot I wanted instead of passing it by. It will be printed, framed and displayed in my room before you read these words I have written about it.