I found myself virtually alone in the streets of this small town. Paved in ancient cobblestones, Yotala was truly a study in silence. And that is how I interpret it here – a scene featuring only a single soul crossing an intersection a block away. My telephoto lens collapses the scene, drawing near into far, and squeezing the sole pedestrian – when she finally appeared -- between the horizontal cobblestones and the continuation of the street that rises into a sheer hill only a block away. Other figures move or stand along this street within the surrounding shadows, yet the scene is virtually silent and empty, except for the woman walking through the intersection. Meanwhile, the morning light gilds the entire scene, etching it into memory.