The very nice man in orange just could not understand why on earth I wanted to take a photograph from WAY over there. He kept pointing out in front of him, suggesting surely that was the better spot to shoot from. So I snapped this, and then happily moved to his suggested location to shoot once again. He was happy too...
The stairs and the way they cut the image in two. It was balanced and just right from where I stood. Man, if only he saw what I saw from over there, he most certainly would have agreed with me on what I was seeing.
This moment reminded me to sit tight before my limited sight and singular perspective decides to make her own suggestions and judgements about the way things ought to go, regardless of how noble and reasonable they may seem. Ya know?