The more I look at this photograph the more I see. The more I see the more disturbing I find it. I am so used to flitting around the streets of New York thinking I am invisible, sealed in a camera shaped bubble that disconnects me from what I see through it. Not so here. On the platform of the 6 train at 51st and Lexington I spotted this woman, unkempt and disheveled and importantly, from my point of view, she spotted me. Rarely does something like this phase me, but the look in her eyes, staring straight into the lens and bursting the comfort of my bubble made me freeze. There is so much behind those eyes. Eyes that I am guessing have seen things that would defeat most of us. An arrogant and indignant look carved out of circumstance and fed on continual despair. Needless to say, the train arrived and as I expected, she stayed on the platform. I journeyed on with the rest of New York going about their daily business. It was a haunting and humbling experience for me. I doubt that she will ever give my intrusion a second thought, but those eyes will stay with me for a long time.