5. Fifteen years ago, I took a summer vacation in southern Italy. After climbing up a hill for an excellent panoramic (全景的) view, I stopped to catch my breath and then placed myself to take the best (1) of this panorama.
Just as I took out my camera, (2) , a woman came up from behind, and planted herself right in front of my view. Like me , this woman was here to (3) and enjoy the view.
Although I was (4) after about 15 minutes' waiting, I grew upset. Was it too much to ask her to(5) so I could take just one picture of the view?Sure, I could have asked her, but(6) stopped me from doing so. She seemed so(7) with what she saw. I didn't want to mess with that.
Another 15 minutes passed and I grew bored. The woman was(8) there. I decided to take the photo anyway. And now when I look at it, I think her presence in the photo is what makes the picture(9) . The view, beautiful on its own, in a way comes to life (10) this woman is in it.
This photo, with the special beauty, is now on a wall in my bedroom. I(11) what the woman would think if she knew that her picture was taken and (12) on some stranger's bedroom wall. A bedroom, after all, is a very private space. In other words, she (13) in my house in some way.
Perhaps we all live in each other's spaces. Perhaps this is what photos are for:to help us (14) that we all enjoy beauty, that we all share a common(15) for pleasure, for connection, for something that is greater than us.
That photo is a reminder (提醒物), a captured (捕捉) moment, an unspoken conversation between two women, separated only by a thin square of glass.