Turner: You’re funny. You take pictures of empty streets and trees with no leaves on them.
Kathy: It’s winter.
Turner: Not quite winter. They look like November. Not autumn, not winter. In-between.
I like them.
Kathy: Sometimes I take a picture that isn’t like me, but I took it so it is like me. It has to be.
I put those pictures away.
Turner: I’d like to see those pictures.
Kathy: We don’t know each other that well.
Turner: Do you know anybody that well?