Fifteen years ago, I took a summer vacation in Lecce in Italy. After climbing up a hill for a full view of the blue sea, I paused to catch my 1 and then positioned myself to take a photo.

    Unfortunately, just as I took out my camera, a woman approached from behind and 2 herself right in front of my 3. Like me, she was here to stop, sigh and appreciate the scenery.

    4as I was, after about 15 minutes, my camera scanning the sun and reviewing the shot I would 5 take, I was upset. Should I ask her to 6 so that I could take just one picture of the landscape? Sure, I could have asked her, but something7 me doing so. She seemed so8in her observation. I didn't want to mess with that.

    Another 15 minutes passed and I grew more 9. The woman was still there. I decided to take the photo10. And now when I look at it, I think her11in the photo is what makes the image12 The landscape, beautiful on its own, somehow comes to life and breathes13 this woman is engaging with it. This photo, with the 14beauty that unfolded before me and the woman who 15 it, now hangs on the wall in my bedroom. What would she think if she knew that her figure is captured (捕捉) and16 on a strangers bedroom wall? A bedroom, after all, is a very private space, in which a woman I don't even know has been kept forever. In some ways, she has been 17in my house.

    Perhaps we all live in each other's space. Perhaps this is what photos are for: to 18 us that we all appreciate beauty, and that we all share a common 19 for pleasure and connection.

    This photo is a reminder, a captured moment, an unspoken20 between two women, separated only by a thin square of glass.