This woman reminded me of so many photos taken decades ago of women in the eastern bloc countries during the cold war. They would be sweeping the streets with brooms made of hay tied around a stick. To see her on the street corner of NYC seemed so very out of place. I really wonder what her story is. Where is she from? How did she get there? How long had she been begging on that corner - hours, days, months,years? Did she receive enough from strangers to live any sort of life? How many years her weathered face had seen? The list goes on, but I didn't dare ask.