Finally captured this lady that I often see at a local intersection. I quickly took one shot through my dashboard. I wrote a poem about her months ago entitled, She.
I wonder who she is. Where she came from. How did she find herself in her current, desperate situation? She carries the weight of the world in her lost eyes. Is an addiction enslaving her to a life on the street? My heart goes out to her. My hope is she finds her way “home”.
No cropping, only mild post editing to convert to black and white.