Behind the camera lense I hide Hiding my face and instead looking at the more beautiful ones. The woman I was photographing Beautiful. Pure beauty. She looked nothing like me She was the image of grace and elegance. Me on the other hand. Scruffy Untidy Unwanted Just some other lost soul looking for a place to go. But I guess we all are. No one fits in. We all make our own place we belong. I am a puzzle piece. And I have found my place.