I try to be discreet when taking photos of strangers, I really do.
But look at these two.
I probably could have taken out an easel and painted the scene in front of me without them noticing, they were THAT involved in the game.
The sweetest part about this picture, though, is the fact that those two guys are perfect strangers. I watched the whole scene play out. The little boy walked onto the train with his grandfather. I smiled because the boy had bears on the sides of his boots. When the boy’s scarf fell onto the dirty subway floor and the grandfather picked it up, ready to wrap it around the boy once again, I cringed. That’s the kind of thing that happens when you spend a lot of time with a bit of a germ-a-phobe, I guess.
Not to mention the fact that the subway floor really IS disgusting.
The grandfather and the boy sat down and the grandfather’s head began to droop and, before I knew it, he was asleep. Rocked liked a baby by the lull of the subway, I guess. Again, I cringed. A sleeping grandfather isn’t exactly the best supervision for a little boy on the mean streets of the Manhattan bound F train, is the thing.
Then the boy noticed that the guy just a few feet away from him was playing a game on his phone. Intrigued, the boy inched closer and closer. The gamer didn’t seem to mind. Eventually, they settled down here, the gamer even tilting his phone so the boy could watch easily.
Which is when I smiled all over again.
And took this picture.
Just one more piece of evidence to the claim that life is a moving picture that, more often than not, moves our own dear hearts.