Walking the street late one evening, this boy walked with me for a while, carrying a stick, a sack and an empty coke bottle. I made several attempts to take his picture and finally got enough light from some oncoming headlights.
He seemed much gentler than many kids on the street that evening, a lovely face, almost tender. I got another picture a few minutes later with light from both a building and another headlight (helped by ISO 6400). With his stick and his whitish disney pyjamas he looked like he was sent to lead me somewhere.
After about five minutes he stopped walking with me to continue his own business. A short while later I saw him in a rubbish skip, foraging with two or three older people. Now I understood his stick and his sack. But not his tender face.
2 Responses to “Almost Tender”
Unexplainable sweet essence, for sure.
given the surroundings in which he was growing up, and his job that night, it was hard to believe his inner light.