Edoard Boubat goes on to say: You are not an image, but a living woman. Your eyes are a mirror, in which everything that is not you is reflected: clouds, trees, birds, and me. I've been thinking about portraits a lot lately. My portrait of a red-haired, smiling young woman with a copious supply of freckles has always appealed to me. There is a new book (hot off of the press later this month) "Baldwin Street" by photographer Emmet Gowin. Contary to my pledge to not buy boo