I could be at an airport, a railway station, a bus stop or a suburban footpath; when ever I see someone trailing a rolling suitcase I wonder the story that brought them here.

In the busy places that wonder can become overwhelming with so many people and so many stories moving past like the books of anonymous authors.

In the quiet places it is easy to construct stories that probably are worlds away from reality.

I wonder what stories of me have been imagined and then lost to the next moment.

Photo: Robert Rath, ‘The Traveller’, 1/25s f/2 ISO640 50mm