Waiting on Red
I wonder what they are all thinking?
It never ceases to amaze me how a random and very ordinary moment like this can make for such a compelling photograph. I suppose that lies in the act of freezing the moment so it can be observed over time. In real time these vignettes of life have such a fleeting existence that we barely have time to notice them before they are gone. It's all over too quickly for the story to emerge. I do love street photography. My blipping would be rather barren without it right now.
As for the rest of the day: same old, same old.