The man was unknown to me, but his tired appearance drew me in. With a sack of clothes near his feet and the bag of food he had tied to a nearby chain-link fence, I wondered whether this was the beginning of a journey, or an end. (In this part of the world, people often hang their foodstuffs to keep them out of reach of stray dogs.)As he surveyed the market square, his expression swayed from curiosity to confusion... as if he had misplaced his years, and was scanning the neighborhood to see if he might find them. Is that what made him clutch his chest near his heart?
Though not a professional photographer, I have realized the most revealing pictures are often in black and white. They allow us to focus on feelings rather than colors; nothing is left to distract from the heart and soul of the moment.
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