"What're you takin' a picture of?" said the intoxicated Astoria wharf denizen, as I was taking a picture of a mural of a man taking a picture. 

"Oh, stuff." I said.

"Take my picture" she said. She presented as though standing upright in a boat bobbing next to me.

I didn't need her breath.

"Let me see" she said as I held up the screen to her squinting bloodshots. A long pause. Another one.

"I look like my Dad," she said as she pivoted away down the waterfront tracks, pretty as you please.