This is one of my favorite photos from my recent trip to Seattle. I don’t know anyone in it, I don’t know what street it’s on, and I don’t even think there’s all that much going on, but for some reason it speaks to me more than any picture-perfect composition of the Space Needle ever could. There are a multitude of stories that could be told here, in a single instant in the lives of several people.
There’s a violin, a messenger bag, a back-pack and a baby.
There’s a leather jacket, a Zara, and a Rack.
There is motion and stillness, movement and pause.
Above all else, there is humanity – waking and walking, wandering and wondering.
It is a beautiful, heartbreaking world, and while not always sure of my place in it, I’m grateful to be part of it.
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