I don’t do a lot of “street” shooting, photographing strangers without interacting with them in some way. And, in point of fact, this was mostly a photograph of the early evening, post-rainfall, watery, slanting light. The light was gorgeous, and I loved the way it raked this building facade. I was aware of the diners, but they were an adornment, not the subject.
Until I looked at this picture on my monitor, that is, and saw the Picasso-esque sidelong glance popping out of the half-shadowed face of the woman on the left. Wow.
Who was more busted, she or I?