I remember having a young boy's crush on the woman who took this photo of me. She rented an apartment upstairs, maybe just for this summer. Heather something, at least 15 years my senior. I think she was a playwright, but perhaps a novelist.
The bike belonged to Morley Yan, a teenaged immigrant from Hong Kong who lived next door with his grandmother. She used night soil on her garden, phew! The tree behind me was probably green, not blue, but has faded with time.
From a 3x5 print.