I didn't have the time to do any empirical research when I was there, but anecdotally I couldn't help but notice how many smokers there were in Shanghai. It reminded me of my own childhood, where the majority of adults around me smoked, and a house filled from the ceiling on down with a choking blue cloud was a normal thing when the parents had friends over for a party.
I used my longish lens to capture a few random in-the-street shots of complete strangers, and this one stood out as particularly unique to this place. I didn't stick around long enough to observe what he did next, but when I reviewed the shot later on I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking as he idly puffed away by the side of the road.
Your turn: So what is he thinking?