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

[carocrow.livejournal.com]

She looks so vulnerable.

Aren't boundaries a strange thing?

[myasma.livejournal.com]

they are, and are sometimes multi-layered. it brings up the question in my mind--whose boundaries was I respecting--hers or mine? Perhaps both.