My first portrait: Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II.
I’ll never forget this cold, rainy morning in 2002. I was only twelve years old, running back and forth to deliver cups of coffee to the Scotland Yard Officers on duty. When Her Majesty arrived, she came right up to us and shook my Grandma’s hand (who was a WWII war bride). I nervously snapped this photo as Prince Phillip laughed at my total bewilderment.
So long honey babe, Where i’m bound i can’t tell. Goodbyes to good a word babe so i’ll just say fare thee well. I ain’t sayin you treated me unkind you could’ve done better but i don’t mind you just kinda wasted my precious time but don’t think twice its alright.