Nowhere to be, and that's the point

A Sunday walk through the mall, her attention caught by something in a window off to the left. I kept to her eye level and let the corridor and the people behind her melt away.

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She stopped at a shop window and I stayed back across the corridor, letting the long lens draw the glass and the warm ceiling lights around her. Her small smile was the whole reason for the frame.

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The coffee pause: she sat with the cup in both hands and looked down into it, smiling a little at nothing in particular. I opened the lens wide so the crowd behind her turned to soft light and only her stillness stayed sharp.

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The corridor was the subject here, long and bright under its skylights, with her walking on ahead. She looked back over her shoulder for a second and I took it, the jacket on her arm and the shop windows going soft behind.

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