This photo is small and low-rez, and that's actually one reason I like it. It's as if (and likely) taken by a cel phone. One of those moments when a camera isn't at hand and you grab whatever is near.
This image makes me think of two possible scenarios. When I first saw it, I thought of those long, leisurely weekend days of having sex, interrupted only by a quick pee break. There's something very intimate and disarmed after having sex. Sort of an openness to sliding out of bed, sauntering over to the toilet and not even bothering to shut the door. It's as if saying, you've seen every crease and crevasse of me, smelled every smell, tasted me, explored me, know me. The intimacy of the familiar.
Then, the next time I looked at this, I thought of those vacations couples often take to foreign or far away places, where they are on a budget and get the cheapest room they can find. And how funny, and sometimes miserable, it can be: lumpy mattresses, leaks, funky smells. Maybe even a room furnished with a shabby vanity, and no door on the bathroom. One of those places you just have to roll with. And as she sat down to pee, he snapped her photo from the bed. She looked at him, not a glare, but also not a smile, just a resolved look of knowing right now things aren't pretty, but that this is what they signed up for. And no doubt, this exact snapshot becomes something of a symbol of their trip.
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