It is hard to live all alone. I wanted to reach out and comfort her. And so I did, but in my own way. I talked to her, and asked if I could take some pictures for her, and promised to bring her the prints next time. She agreed.
I allowed her to become comfortable with my camera. She forgot my presence and became lost in her own memories. She is so vulnerable and so alone. She lives in the past, and does not want to leave it.