Monday, April 09, 2012

Single person.

This week’s theme is “Single people”, this picture came right to mind.  I don’t know her, she was just sitting at a bus stop one of the days I went out shooting pictures of the city.  Was she waiting for a bus or just taking a break in the middle of a walk?  Either way, where was she headed, where had she come from? She doesn’t look very happy, was it just a bad day, or had life turned her that way?  Or maybe the sun was just in her eyes.   And considering this picture is over 30 years old, think she’s still alive?

8 comments:

Karen S. said...

She reminds me of a woman I saw in a picture over the weekend of a lady from years ago protesting on a street corner....a woman with a purpose! Great single lady!...wearing comfortable shoes!

Gilly said...

Now who or what is she waiting for? And showing her lovely legs??

Great shot, Max

Lisa Shafer said...

She's in pretty good shape there for a granny. :)

Bob Scotney said...

A great shot for a single moment in time.

lailani said...

I like these single shots...there is a lot of intrique in all of them...she might have been a ballet dancer, in earlier days :)

darlin said...

Wow, this is an oldie but a goodie... as 'they' say.

Cheers.

Carmi Levy said...

I love pictures like this, because they make me think about every stranger I pass in the street, every story of every life that I'll never even begin to know. But your sharing this shot, in this way, brings it all home. It's okay to ask questions and not have answers.

Kinda touches on the new theme, faith, come to think of it. Got anything else from decades ago?

Max Sartin said...

Got lots from decades ago, I'll have to look through them to see which ones speak "faith" to me.
One of the things I like about long road trips is just thinking about the lives of the people in the towns, cities and houses out in the middle of nowhere that I pass. My dad is a big fan of the smaller highways, often avoiding the high-speed interstate roads. You miss all the homes and people zooming by on the big roads. I like the interstates on the way home, because I just want to get to my own bed, but on the way out I'm with him.