No backstory here other than I looked up from my window to see this person crying their eyes out on the steps of the cathedral.
I captured a series of 9 shots before she stood and plodded down the street. Looking back at the photos, I felt a lot of emotion and sympathy for that person and how they were coping with whatever it was ailing them. Were they sick? Had someone hurt them? Did they hurt someone else? I don’t know what they were going through but as a depressive, I felt like I could understand being on the steps of a church, palms facing the heavens and asking a god for a break, even if just a small one.
Whomever they were, I hope they discovered a way to lighten their heavy bones and find something hopeful.
