There but for the grace of...

I am always in two minds when photographing people on the street. I feel that in some way its intrusive.

My opinion of people who beg changed when i heard a programme on Radio 4 about how some of them ended up on the streets. Some very succesful people who through tragic circumstances turned to drink and lost everything, some thrown out of the system with the closure of mental institutions.

On a shallow level i liked the reflection in this scene and the way the chap was so lost in his own thoughts whatever they may be.

In return for a couple of quid and a fag i got a smile but still part of me feels like i should have respected his space and not took this shot.