Who was peeping at whom?
We were photographing the old town of Silay in Negros Occ. when this gentleman caught my attention. Let's call him Tom. I saw him first, enjoying a cup of coffee while reading his morning paper. He must have sensed me standing outside the window, and after giving me a dismissive glance, returned to his morning paper. It was then that I knew I got him. I took a few steps back and framed my shot, but waited for the decisive moment when he would look up again. And waited. And waited. Until he finally did. Gotcha. I knew Tom would peep again, but after looking at what I caught, the peeping Tom could also have been me. Enjoy.
(Pixel-peepers: When you do street photography, your subject may or may not cooperate. They may smile and wait for you to shoot, or wave you off with your pride in tow. Yet within limits, persistence has its rewards. He broke out into a smile knowing I had caught him. And I the same, as I quickly made my exit.)