Allegory of street photography

The actresses execute their performance. The procedures work on me. I am moved. Sitting in the dark, watching the screen, I feel sorry for the actresses. A part of me knows that I’m only reacting to an optical illusion, but that part has lost control.

I can’t forgive the skill that did that to me.

But there outside the theater is somebody without a place to live. Unlike me, he is also without a camera. 

Ah good. I expose.

Performing my exposure skill upon him, I get my revenge.

Source: George Grantham Bain Collection, Library of Congress, http://www.loc.gov/pictures/item/ggb2005024746/. Photoshopped.