It was a rainy morning when this image was captured on an old bridge.
A woman, wrapped in a purple raincoat and wearing a traditional conical hat, walked barefoot, carrying a plastic bag filled with goods. The wet wooden planks glistened under the rain, reflecting the muted city lights in the distance.
In front of her, a motorcyclist in a similar raincoat rode in the opposite direction, unfazed by the downpour. The bridge, aged and rusting, stood as a quiet witness to the daily routines of countless commuters.
This scene spoke to me—resilience in motion, life moving forward despite the rain. The simplicity of her journey, the weight of her load, and the way she pressed on reminded me how much perseverance shapes everyday life.
Bridges are more than just structures; they connect not only places but people, stories, and struggles. This moment was a quiet testament to that truth.
I don't understand the "to the photographer"
Why is this addresses to the photographer?
Is the one who says this text the photographer, a 3rd person (viewer) or?
The behind her feels more like in front of her and the opposite direction?
Corrected. I was in a hurry. Thanks