I had the fortune of spending all of five minutes with the beautiful Doris as she waited for a bus to collect and deposit her at a consignment shop. In the Monday drizzle, the two of us chatted about her once family, which places to visit in the south of Spain, and how I should find a man and really love him.

Photography is just like that. Or my experience of it at least. Five profound minutes of immersion into someone else’s experience and then she’s off in another direction, and so am I.

How lucky I am to be entrusted with peoples’ stories, their memories. So I go, always with a camera as a reason to inquire about whatever it is I wonder at that given moment.

Sincerely hope to see you again someday, Ms. Doris.

“Doris Waits”
Center City