This picture haunts me. It feels so bleak and dreary, though it may not have had that intention at all. I mean the actuality of the people moving through the street: were they sad, happy, just normally going about their day? But the end result of the photograph reminds me of death, ghosts, despair, monotony, drudgery, decay. Yet I find it beautiful. Maybe it's because I like sadness and embrace the spectrum of emotion. Whatever it is, I love this.