62/100 Beth (Feste)
"O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear! Your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low.
Trip no further, pretty sweeting.
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.
What is love? 'Tis not hereafter.
Present mirth hath present laughter.
What's to come is still unsure.
In delay there lies no plenty,
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty.
Youth's a stuff will not endure."
When I first saw Beth, she was playing Feste in the Shakespeare comedy Twelfth Night or What You Will. I really had no idea who she was, but her's was the most memorable performance of the play. She was a natural in the part, quick witted, lithe and spritely as she pranced about the stage.
That was several months ago, and after the play, I never got to meet her and tell her what a wonderful magic she had spun in her role. When I saw her again, she was with her friends and I took little notice. Then, a cherished friend arrived, and Beth became Feste, again dancing buoyantly about as she celebrated their arrival. I recognized the mercurial movements instantly.
"You....... You were in that Shakespearean play," I sputtered. "The jester......."
"Feste," Beth replied.
"Damn. You made the play." I said, and she laughed. I asked to take her portrait, and she slowed down enough for a few shots, before she returned to her vivacious dance of joy.
Beth is my sixty-second stranger in the 100 Strangers project. Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the flickr group page.
The 100 Strangers website can be found at 100strangers.com/