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Lina hadn’t been old enough to remember Polish winters by the time the Marek family had packed up and moved to London; she wondered, on occasion, whether they would have prepared her in any capacity for the winters Chicago was home to but she doubted it. At the very least she was relieved that the pains in her leg that winter had brought with it when she was a little girl had long since faded into the past and it was one less thing to worry about when the weather turned. It was, she admitted as she wandered the festival going on in the neighborhood, quite beautiful when she gave herself time to appreciate it— much better than being confined to a studio with little to no proper fresh air for the day.
She’d requested a rare day off simply to give herself time not to have to think about deadlines or cranky models or organizing plans for sets for her next photoshoot, something she did quite rarely considering her relative newness at the magazine but a much needed break all the same. She fiddled with the settings on the old Yashica camera she’d brought with her for the afternoon— raising the viewfinder to her eye and snapping a handful of photos to test later.
Green eyes flickered towards the person she’d caught in several of the photos and though she imagined they’d make a perfectly lovely subject— she figured she ought to let them know they had, in fact, been caught on film. “Excuse me!” Lina called, raising a hand in an effort to catch their attention and smiling warmly when that seemed to do the trick. “Not to sound… completely insane when I’m chatting to a stranger but I think I might’ve got you in one of my shots,” she paused to raise the camera as if to demonstrate that she was not, in fact, insane. “Is it alright if I keep it once it’s developed? I’m perfectly happy to consign it to the bin in my dark room but I do tend to ask before I commit to sending a photo to an early grave.”
