I loved the vivid colors, shapes, and textures of her vegetables, but it was her expression, and the play of light on her face, that made this picture work for me. She presses her hand to her mouth, and stares at me silently – I can almost hear the wheels turning in her mind. “Why is he photographing me,” she must be thinking. Yet her expression never changed. She never acknowledged the moment. And I will never forget this image.