Amy

Amy was in the group of friends I spent time with in my first few years of college.

She was also interested in photography, so we often took pictures together, though of other subjects. She did not usually model for me, though I took a few pictures of her anyway.

I remember her asking, “Did you just take a picture of my butt?”

I tried to explain that I liked the lines of her jeans and shadows and so forth. Whatever she thought about it, she was very gracious.