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One of the reasons why I take public transport is the bevy of interesting characters that I encounter. She, the lady in this picture, was one of them.
This picture strongly reminds me of the person who introduced me to #StreetPhotography via Chris Weeks and to the freedom of #Snapseed work, for some reason…
Thank you for inspiring my love (and compulsions) for this and to constantly want to be better at it. It has been really fun.
(originally posted on my Instagram page)
I had an Afghan Girl moment earlier during the commute.
Allan, 30, sat across me and went unnoticed until i looked in his direction just in time for the light to hit his eyes and make me realize that they were not the usual brown, but instead a shade of hazel and green with flecks of a color resembling sienna. I commented about the curious nature of his eyes, and he told me that his grandfather was a foreigner and was neighbors with his grandmother.
He asked me my name and shook my hand. He was a simple guy, and was very shy. He would answer in short syllables and would ask me to repeat constantly, flashing his gap-toothed smile, much like a child. I asked him what he did for a living and he looked down at his plastic bag full of plastic bottles, and shrugged.
The driver apparently knew who he was and called him by by his first name, asking where he wanted to get off this time. I offered to pay for his fare, as it was the least i could do. I only got to talk to him for a few minutes, but it was enough to make him feel comfortable enough with me to oblige.)
I listened to this song at three in the morning…with a heart full of hope.
I’ve always been drawn to songs that laid bare one’s vulnerability. It takes a lot of bravery to be such.
(I hope someday, I will be brave enough.)
