I wanted to take some pictures the other day, but I don't own a camera. I wish did have a camera. Some day I will have a camera, but until then I will practice with my eyes. Let me tell you about some of the pictures I "took" the other day. The first picture marks the beginning of a series of four. These pictures were "taken" from my living room window on the second floor of a building overlooking an open air fruit and vegetable stand. The time was around noon so there were no shadows and everything was bathed in light, that garish midday light.

The first picture showed a side view of an unshaven, unkempt man wearing a dark, tattered suit. He stood on the edge of the sidewalk near the street. Two "No Parking" signs bracketed him. His right arm was raised, and he was pointing his right index finger at a girl who was facing him. She stood about 10 feet from him, and she was wearing a white print dress. She was bent forward at the waist, and swinging her fanny back and forth. Of course, the picture does not show her sashaying motion, but I think you get the idea from her posture, and from the man's face, which is twisted in anger.

Just after I "snapped" that picture the man lurched forward; the girl turned on her heels to flee, and in doing so she ran into a sandwich board advertising the day's fruit and vegetable specials. She was leaning forward, falling over, and the sign was collapsing when I "snapped" this second picture.

I suppose if I had actually had a camera I wouldn't have gotten that second picture as I would have been winding the film forward. With my eyes I can take any picture I want; with a camera I'm afraid I will miss some.

There are those automatic winding cameras, though. I used one once. I was at a party with a girlfriend, and one of the men there took a strong liking to her. He wanted to have a picture taken, with his camera, of the two of them. I offered to do the honors and he gave me a quick lesson; I focosed and then hit the button. Well, before I knew it I had taken three pictures. These winders are fast. I love the noise they make, that whirclick that sounds like mice being launched on miniature steel sleds.

Anyway, back to the pictures. The girl didn't fall over; she regained her balance and continued on. The sign collapsed to the ground.

When I "snapped" the third picture one more person had entered the scene. He was a yound boy. He was wearing a new suit. The girl was facing in my direction. She was hanging on to, and partly obscured by, a tree. The man was facing her with his back to me. In the foreground, behind the man and with his back to me, was the boy. The three people formed a straight line. The boy's right arm was cocked as if to throw an object.

The alignment of people in the fourth picture is the same as it was for the third. As I "snapped" this picture, the boy's right arm was extended with his palm downward. He had thrown a stone which hit the man in the back, just below his neck. in the picture the stone appears as a gray object against the man's dark suit.

That is the end of that series. The man was all right. The taunting went on for a while longer, and then someone came out from a store and shooed the girl and the boy away. The man drifted off.

Later in the day I was sitting on the roof of the building in which I live. I was looking at the building across the alley. Above one of the windows in that building there is a little niche running lengthwise. In this niche, bricks are placed at a 45-degree angle. There is one row of bricks, 10 in all, and the upper ends lean to the left.

Then I noticed a woman in the window. She was staring at something up and to her right. Perhaps she had been looking at me. The beauty of the scene, though, was that the tilt of her head and the angle of the bricks in the niche echoed each other. I quickly "snapped" a picture before she moved.

Still later in the day, when the sun had moved well along and there was a little direct sunlight left on my side of the street and the buildings across from me were in shadow I moved a chair onto the sidewalk. The light was very relaxing and I felt the coolness of the evening coming on. I watched all the people passing by. A woman stopped in front of me and asked me if I had seen a black dog wearing a blue bandana.

"No, I haven't, I told her.