I was high on the ramparts of a medieval castle overlooking Lisbon. But instead of shooting out over city, I trained my lens on this park area within the castle, where a young man sat on the end of an ancient block of stone watching a trickle of tourists pass him by. The texture of the street itself was fascinating in itself, and I created a diagonal swath from corner to corner with the edge of the road echoing the flow of the big stone blocks along its side. I then framed the top of the picture in overhanging trees. I took a shot of the young man sitting by himself, but it failed say enough to me. And then I saw another young man, about the same age, and also wearing a blue shirt and carrying a large blue backpack, walking down the road. I shot just as the fellow on the bench turned his to watch him pass by. And at that moment the hiker seemed to slightly turn his head, as if to signal farewell. The story I am telling with this photograph rests as much with you as with me. Once again, I let my picture act as a catalyst for thought. Is the kid on the bench envious of the hiker? Or glad as hell that he’s not schlepping that huge thing on his back?