WWT Barnes, in their café, just after 3pm. Light bathes the regimented
windows. A woman with long light
brown hair is turned away from public gaze in a quiet corner. A square of muslin over her shoulder
allowing a peep of a light brown head gently nursing at the unseen breast. The shadows from the big windows fix on
the cornered walls and caught the young mother in its Mondrian frame. I wanted to capture her too. But thought I would be intruding into
this private world of giving and receiving.
I compromised and secured the memory in my mind by taking a
quick photo on my
phone after she had left. The empty corner seemed bereft without her presence.
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