Nameless homeless

She often stands or sits in the doorway of a fast food "restaurant" I pass by on my way to work. Today I felt compelled to really stop and converse. Well, she's not talkative and wouldn't tell me her name after I'd told her mine. She was curious about my camera and I offered to take her portrait. She agreed, and liked the result. I will give her a print next time I see her.

Other street shots.
Hands.
New Train Dreamer.