I never know if the photos I take are much good, but I like this one. She was on a number 59 tram heading for Airport West. I surreptitiously took a snap of her. I felt as if I was invading her privacy. Would she be sixty? Her clothing was fine, but not expensive. She was texting away to someone. Her husband? Her children? A friend? A lover?
A few still hold against mobile phones, but you can tell that they are all pervasive when you see older people quite competently using them.
I can easily tell that she feels the cold. I was in a short sleeved shirt. I wonder what her life story is?