Wandering through Zurich’s Old Town, I had veered away from the river’s edge, still carrying the quiet thrill of that first image—the man on the bridge—captured only an hour earlier. But since then, nothing had spoken to me. No frame, no form, no rhythm.
Until I turned a corner.
A Composition Waiting to Happen
Down the cobbled lane, the street came to an end at the base of a beautiful old church. A tall, whitewashed façade. Heavy wooden doors. Stone pillars with a chain draped like a velvet rope. A solitary lamppost to the left—a visual anchor. The scene was already a composition. All it lacked was the gesture.
Two men walked past—diagonal, rushed, forgettable.
And then, she appeared.
A woman, white-haired and deliberate, walked cleanly across the frame. As I pressed the shutter, she glanced to her left, catching light on her face just before she moved behind the nearest stanchion. I managed three frames of her. Just three.
I knew in my bones: the first was the one.
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