Teddy in Tow

Notting Hill on a weekend - busy, bright, slightly chaotic. The kind of street where stories overlap and no one has time to notice they’re part of one.

He did though.

While everyone else moved, he looked straight at me just for a moment - calm, steady, almost questioning. His daughter stood close, clutching a teddy bear like it was her anchor to the world. Behind them, the market blurred on as if nothing had happened.

That direct look shifted everything.

It wasn’t defiance or curiosity, maybe just quiet acknowledgement. Two people - one holding a camera, the other holding still - meeting somewhere between the noise.

Street photography’s full of motion, but this one felt like a breath held.

A reminder that sometimes, when the world won’t stop moving, someone still sees you seeing them.