There is an image that has stayed with me long since we left New York after our trip this year. I did not capture it on camera. I was not game even to pull out my phone, pretend to use it but instead take a photo, so afraid I was that I would spoil the moment.
The image is of a homeless man, huddled under a blanket, sitting upon a mat of old newspaper pages. He has a smile as wide as his face, and he is totally immersed in his own world – unconcerned by the rush of people passing by.
And while he sits, he knits. Long, colourful yarns carefully coming together to create a scarf.
I have often wondered who the scarf was for. Did he sell it? Was it for him or was it to be a gift? Was it his first, or something he does day to day, week by week?
The photographs that Brandon takes for Humans of New York transported me back to that man. I don’t doubt for a second that he would have captured that moment, in all it’s simple, heart warming beauty.
Does that last image not make your heart ache?