Thursday, September 29, 2016
That strange moment where you’re standing at the pedestrian crossing next to someone you’ve never formally met and who’s ultimately a complete and utter stranger, but you’re holding a box of magazines with his son’s face on the front cover.
Should I say something?
I imagine only an introvert worries about such things.
About this photo: I delivered my box of magazines, then returned to the spot right next to where it happened and thought about it for – probably – a little too long.
You could always say something. Who knows where that could take you.
Really like the composition of this shot. Love the colours, and they are not overly garish. Great caption too. It amazes me how seamlessly staged all of these shots of you are 🙂
Thanks Mabel. You’re right, I could’ve said something – but the thought of it alone was soooo exhausting 😛