While my husband went to his employer’s credit union which is located, quite literally, next door to L.A.’s Union Station, I headed inside to the main terminal and took a seat amongst the crowd. While not quite as elaborate as New York’s Grand Central Station, Union Station in Los Angeles is an architectural dream. Having my camera with me (What? Did you think I wouldn’t?!) I took a seat amongst the crowd, sitting back to admire the art-deco beauty. As I looked around, I noticed one set of chairs and the people sitting in it. I loved the way that the shaft of light coming from the nearby open door fell across the people in these chairs so I started taking their pictures. Over the course of an hour or so, different people came and went from this set of chairs. I quickly would lift my camera and being as inconspicuous as possible, I took their pictures. One man in particular caught my attention.
He walked in and sat down and I thought perhaps he was waiting for someone. I sat there with my camera transfixed, waiting for him to catch me taking his picture, but he never moved or turned my way. He sat very still, legs together and stared straight ahead, as if watching for someone. I took picture after picture, wanting so badly to know his story. After about 15 minutes, he very slowly rose and left through the open door to his left and headed outside. I jumped up and watched him walk away very slowly through the garden walkway outside. I had the strangest desire to go after him, but of course, I didn’t. I watched him until I could no longer see him then I turned away, sitting back down. I knew that his was the last picture I was going to take for the day and it seemed fitting that it was. We have to go back again in a week so who knows? Maybe I’ll see him again.