Leesa Freeman

I looked at the images hanging on the walls, wanting to find those things in her pictures. My favorite was directly across from me: a photo of a beaten, weathered hull of a rowboat. I knew about as much about boats as I did photography, which was next to nothing, but that boat wasn__ going anywhere near the water anytime soon unless the owner decided it would make a mediocre shipwreck to explore while scuba diving. Nevertheless, it faced the out-of-focus lake in the background, almost hopefully, as if it hadn__ yet decided its best days were gone, as if it still dreamed of bobbing peacefully on the waves.__oes that one have a name?_ I asked.She smiled. __eaworthy.