I’ve always admired Albany’s colorful, downtown brownstones. So the sight of Mrs. Deluise sweeping snow from her tenants’ steps caught my eye and stopped me in my tracks as I drove up Madison Avenue. I quickly pulled over my vehicle and jumped out to make this picture. I love how the color of the lady’s broom and pants nearly match the color of the building. If Mrs. Deluise wasn’t wearing a winter coat and there wasn’t snow on the ground, this scene would look very much like what I saw while traveling in Mexico and Central America.
Once I had a picture I liked, I talked with Mrs. Deluise to find out her name. I quickly realized we had a language barrier. She could speak little English, and I know no Italian, except for the names I see on Italian menus. She pointed to the mail box at her home next door to show me her husband’s name, and then she wrote in my notebook her indecipherable first name. We mutually decided I would identify her as Mrs. Deluise.