I think a short story could be written about a photograph like this one. We see a man, head bowed and weary, a woman energetic and imperious, and if you look closely, a little puppy sleeping between them on a fluffy, white blanket. Even as she looks away from the man, and his eyes are shut, they are joined through the horizontal ribs of the bench, the venetian blinds in the background, and the way the toes of her right foot are tantalizingly close to the fingers of his left hand.
 
While this is a candid photograph, moments before, the woman looked at me with a lovely smile and, then, turned to the side with the expression we see here. It is important to keep in mind that a photograph of a person is not the person herself; it is a representation and an aspect of her. That is why, I believe, the painter Magritte famously titled a painting he made of an apple: "This is not an apple."