Woman Caught in The Clock Tower | Prague. 2014

I'm in the queue to go up to the tower, there's a crowd in front of me and behind me... conversations from everywhere, in a different language... The queue is moving forward, albeit slowly. The queue in front of me is decreasing, the queue behind me is increasing... At that moment, I look back because of someone's loud laughter. .. A woman whose teeth are white, her cheeks look sweet from her smile, and I can only see the tip of her hair. Just then; The person right behind me is pointing, saying, "The line has moved on, move on." When painting a painting, you can draw and paint anything you imagine on that canvas, depending on your talent. And it's okay. But if you are a photographer of real moments, you wish that what you dreamed of would appear before you like prey. The hunter always smells his prey... the one who runs away from the hunter knows that the hunter is no joke. The line is over, the stairs are climbed, I'm at the top... I took a deep breath, leaned my back against the historical texture in that narrow passage of the tower, pushed myself back to the point where I felt the stone curves of the building.. I am at a wide angle. Below is the old town square area with its parallel streets. I determined my frame. Ahhh, I say, who will go up to this beautiful clock tower of Prague soon, who will pass in front of me? You cannot shoot the same animal multiple times; this is an incompetent and, according to some, unwelcome form of killing. I know I won't press the shutter button too much...for full concentration, I now close one eye. My eyelashes touch the viewfinder, my breathing is very quiet. I feel the wind, this is the woman with the hat...