This picture probably shouldn't work. It's a little too busy, and that twig cutting across the middle should be more distracting. The bird's eye is the key. Every nuance in the image begins and relies on that eye.

Last week, a woman in her thirties sat down at the table facing mine in Keifer's (my lunch deli). She was pale, reddish-brown hair, with piercing blue eyes that made her look, at a glance, ten years younger than the rest of her face indicated. She looked slightly worried about something; she held her face a little too tight, and as she glanced about the restaurant her eyes flickered restlessly, like ripples in a pond. If we'd been the same age, I would have wanted desperately to talk to her. Instead, I just wanted to take her picture.