The light was softening, the kind of late afternoon quiet that brushes through old cities like a whisper. I had begun to meander back toward my hotel, still winding through Zurich’s storied streets, when I turned a corner and found a gentle rise of cobblestone before me—flanked by timeworn dwellings and those ever-present lanterns, this time anchored directly to the walls like guardians of memory.
I’ve learned to wait. To let a place speak.
And I’ve learned that sometimes, it needs a person to bring it to life.
A Human Figure in a Story of Stone
I waited at the foot of the hill, camera ready. And soon, a man appeared coming up behind me, walking with purpose but not in haste. We exchanged a brief smile—one of those anonymous, universal nods of shared existence.
I let him walk.
At the apex of the cobbled hill, his silhouette aligned perfectly—framed by light, shadow, and the geometry of stone. The shutter released, the motor drive softly whirred. Eleven frames. But I knew the moment I had it.
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