the stranger, toronto canada, august 2005

[zyzyly]

I was wandering around toronto taking pictures and came across an urban park where there were all sorts of people doing all sorts of things.
I watched this woman for a while as she sat at the fountain.
There was a certain vulnerability that attracted me to her.
Even though I never saw her face, I knew that there was something wrong.
She held her head in her hands.
I considered asking her if she was ok. But I didn't.

When I look at this picture, I wonder what it was that kept me from talking to her.

Comments

[zhenzhi.livejournal.com]

i think a lot of the time people do not want to intrude... which is sort of a shame isn't it, as a kind word even from a stranger can make a world of difference.
perhaps she was just tired.... :-)

[myasma.livejournal.com]

It seemed like there was something more--as if at any moment she would get up and jump into the fountain.