Thank you Pete. In fact, I was too late, or too disturbing slash obtrusive: she was running, up, and then down. And when I saw her coming down, I went up, ready to shoot. When she saw me, she slowed down, trying to come around me, thinking I wanted to capture the graffiti. Which I wanted indeed, but not without her....
Just the thought of walking up the stares looks feels like wearing me out, though I do like the grunge feel to the look in the image.
