Jan Doyle I often am looking to photograph the quieter moments of strangers, in the street, stealing that moment with or without people being aware of my presence. I sometimes capture a moment of the subject lost in thought as if they have forgotten that they are in a public space, they have gone to some inward place. Yet they are in the most public of spaces on the street. Sometimes I get caught as if I am a pickpocket with my hand in their pocket, caught, taking that moment. Other times it’s as if I was never there, and I slip away. A kind of möbius strip of an image as both being "something seen" to "a way of seeing" an image.