She caught the signal, a nod, a raised camera. No words exchanged. She stopped, posed like a pro, and rode on without missing a beat.
This is why I call it Out of Context · Art. Every frame is a fragment of time. The moment it’s captured, the context slips away. What’s left is a pause in motion, a story with no beginning or end, just the beat where everything held still.
Shot on my then-new-to-me Nikon D850 with the 50mm f/1.4 AF-S G — the kind of lens that makes you fall in love with street photography all over again.
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