http://www.flickr.com/photos/wenders/tags/canon/ Mon, 22 May 2006 21:21:55 -0700 Mon, 22 May 2006 21:21:55 -0700 http://www.flickr.com/ http://farm1.staticflickr.com/56/buddyicons/27815462@N00.jpg?1152319171#27815462@N00 http://www.flickr.com/photos/wenders/tags/canon/ http://www.flickr.com/photos/wenders/151685693/ <p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/wenders/">bettyfrascati</a> posted a photo:</p> <p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/wenders/151685693/" title="thin man"><img src="http://farm1.staticflickr.com/50/151685693_d5a27bf448_m.jpg" width="194" height="240" alt="thin man" /></a></p> <p>He walks his own mile,<br /> smiling <br /> at faces that don't see him.<br /> Blazes his own trail, <br /> through a world<br /> that passes through him. <br /> <br /> He is the invisible man.<br /> <br /> Talking sideways.<br /> Walking backwards. <br /> No matter... <br /> <br /> Shapes his own space.<br /> Slips <br /> through his own gaps, <br /> in his own time. <br /> <br /> We don't see him.<br /> The thin <br /> old <br /> man. <br /> <br /> (my words) <br /> <br /> My friend and I were drooling at a patisserie window on Rue Lepic in Paris. As we turned to go into the shop, this thin and quite frail-looking guy was standing there with his basket of bread, just staring at us. I think he may have been there for some time, but in our cake reverie we hadn't noticed. He carried on standing there, coyly glancing at my camera. I raised the camera and he instantly brightened and cracked this crazy smile and thumbs up. Then just hunkered back down and shuffled off down the street... <br /> For me, it was a poignant moment - I guess he just wanted to be seen.</p> Mon, 22 May 2006 21:21:55 -0700 2006-05-22T21:21:55-08:00 nobody@flickr.com (bettyfrascati) tag:flickr.com,2004:/photo/151685693 48.886772 2.333768 48.886772 2.333768 20218864 thin man <p>He walks his own mile,<br /> smiling <br /> at faces that don't see him.<br /> Blazes his own trail, <br /> through a world<br /> that passes through him. <br /> <br /> He is the invisible man.<br /> <br /> Talking sideways.<br /> Walking backwards. <br /> No matter... <br /> <br /> Shapes his own space.<br /> Slips <br /> through his own gaps, <br /> in his own time. <br /> <br /> We don't see him.<br /> The thin <br /> old <br /> man. <br /> <br /> (my words) <br /> <br /> My friend and I were drooling at a patisserie window on Rue Lepic in Paris. As we turned to go into the shop, this thin and quite frail-looking guy was standing there with his basket of bread, just staring at us. I think he may have been there for some time, but in our cake reverie we hadn't noticed. He carried on standing there, coyly glancing at my camera. I raised the camera and he instantly brightened and cracked this crazy smile and thumbs up. Then just hunkered back down and shuffled off down the street... <br /> For me, it was a poignant moment - I guess he just wanted to be seen.</p> bettyfrascati street old bw paris guy 35mm canon bread poem basket montmartre grainy thumbsup ruelepic eos300n