I was walking down the main street of this historic town when I saw a woman diligently painting something on the floor of her company’s display window. Perhaps she was painting the floor itself? It was hard to know, since I was standing across the street at the time. I photographed her for about fifteen minutes as she worked. In this, my favorite image of her, she paints with intense concentration. She never noticed me. Her body language is graceful – I like the way she holds the brush in one hand, and uses the other hand as a bracket to support the rest of her. Whatever she may be painting, there is obviously pride in authorship here. The window appears to me as a stage. Hanging flowers on one side, a civic banner on the other, lend a celebratory touch. Even the drapes play a role – they seem like a curtain waiting to descend. I felt like clapping as I moved on.