Table for One
I have no idea why I love this photograph. There is a calm and solitude to it that gives it its strength I think. A familiar loneliness of the subject that somehow makes it powerful. I would guess that he doesn’t think that. Or maybe he does. Maybe he is more than happy to manage his life without conversation over dinner or perhaps he wishes there was someone opposite who wants to talk about his day. It makes me sad, but it also makes me happy that perhaps he is content with that. The reflection in the window shows that life is going on around him. He has his back to that.