Solitude

When I lived with my mother in New York, away from my home country and my father. In a strange and disorienting city, New York, watching my mother stand in front of Carnegie Hall enshrouded in fog prompted me to capture the memory. a beautiful building with lights, to me, seemed to represent the immense diversity and flawless splendor of the city, and I thought such beauty could be contrasted with and become a part of her lonely life as an stranger. this photo is a reminder of poignant memories of my past and the nostalgia evoked by my mother appearing in front of such a iconic building, alone