This man went home 23 minutes after this photo was taken. He has probably been back here many times since then. Perhaps he works here or maybe he just comes here to do his own laundry. It’s possible that he has never returned, and his wife usually does the washing.
In this slice out of time he will for ever be staring out at me with that slightly quizzical and affronted expression in that brief moment before he turns away muttering in Malayalam,……………. or does he shout abuse; ………….. or does he smile?
What does this photo tell us?
Perhaps that truthfulness is a transient thing and that even at 1/1600 of a second a photograph can never be the whole truth and nothing but the truth.