One of my favourite photographs that I've taken. It was captured back in 2006 when I lived in Edinburgh. I was travelling home from an especially hard days work on the 47. Usually, I'm very nervous about directly pointing a camera at someone because it feels intrusive to me. (and I also fear being called out for such an intrusion into someone else's daydreaming). It's counter to staring or making direct eye contact, which is fleeting and undocumented. Perhaps it makes me uncomfortable because my metal box takes that moment (which can't be replicated), pausing it, possessing it, making it public, and replicating it, on paper, online, on a screen.
So as a result I try to be pretty covert when capturing moments like this one which in itself is a bit creepy. He looked so elegant, so lost in his thoughts. I still feel a bit overwhelmed when I look at the picture for too long. Maybe it's my fear of getting older, being lonely and forgotten. I had no reason to think that that man was lonely or forgotten or old; but then we always project our fears onto something. Perhaps he was mulling over some quantum mechanic theory or thinking about what to have for his dinner.
It was a nice moment
