My feeble attempt at Street. There was no one around and then I was a stalker of a poor woman waiting on the bus. She couldn't hear me because she was listening to music. If she'd turned around, she would have seen me alone, in a parking lot, with a zoom focused right on her beautiful braids.
@grammyn I actually forgot I had taken this one first in the day trying to go "street"--I swear, Roswell was just so barren of folks! I liked the bench too...with paint covering up just part of it. Weird.
I don't know exactly why this grabs me, but it does. The small spot of colorful humanity seems so personal peeking out from behind the stark bench. This gets a rather perplexed fav.
