This image is from the second roll of film I shot as a street photographer, when I was roaming around letting my reflexes make the decisions. The old woman is touching fingers to lips, concentrating on something. The man walking along on the right, coming up from behind me, has seen the camera and wonders what’s going on. He doesn’t quite like the cut of my jib. But in four-plus years of street shooting, I only was chased twice and had bodily harm threatened once. I suppose that’s not bad for someone purloining images on the street.