I find one of my best moments is just sitting in a place and silently looking around the space, see what is happening, notice little moments, stories, life.
There is a routine in people taking the train, especially in the Netherlands, where percentage wise many people daily commute to and from work between cities.
People taking a train, waiting for a train, maybe even waiting for a friend to arrive by train... All people do is checking the station's clock, checking their train app to see if there's (yet another, we would sigh) a delay, or a text message from that friend saying 'I don't know why but my train hasn't left the station yet'...
[No, driving the train in the Netherlands is not bad at all, it's quite amazing what is being achieved if you look at the amount of trains driving in such a very small and very 'full' country, but yeah, it's something we like to complain about anyway.]
Back to the station and me sitting there, on a bench, as if I were waiting for a train, but instead waiting for a story to capture.
It happened, right in front of me. A man, seemingly confused, holding a cup of coffee, putting it next to him on the bench. Wind blows, the cup falls. The man stands up, grabs the cup, puts it back on the bench again. Why? It was clearly empty already.
It happened again. The paper he now lies next to the cup blows away too.
The man doesn't give up.
Talks to himself.
Stands up again, walks around, sits down again.
I take the shot.
He grabbed his cup. I grabbed my story.
[What I cut out of the picture is the garbage bin just outside of this frame. Why he didn't just throw away the stuff he didn't need anymore? I don't know.]
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