What about vivian maier, who takes pictures of the nanny?

Today, when I was sorting out the materials, I happened to see Vivian's works, and suddenly I felt that a small place in my heart was inadvertently shaken. Looking at the protagonists in those black-and-white movies: the woman with cold expression behind the glass window, the old man who bowed his head in the newsstand, the faces of children with different expressions ... and the crowded city streets, the light and shadow in the sunset, the smoke and fog in the alleys ... those scenes that we are familiar with but have no time to portray are unobstructed under her lens, and those casual simple shots have the power to easily shake people's hearts. I began to wonder, what kind of strange girl should this be? Delicate every corner and moment of the city with your own lens. The result of the investigation was beyond my expectation. She is neither a noble family nor a professional photographer. She is just one of many ordinary nannies in Chicago. She has no relatives or friends and has never shared her works with people around her. The chance that these works were discovered was that she sold her movies and photos in her later years to get rid of poverty and was bought by a real estate manager in 2007. She stumbled upon this precious treasure in the history of art and made her works public. The description of this story in my writing is too dull, but she really left little information. It's hard to imagine how such a strange girl took these exquisite pictures with a firm heart and a special perspective, but she didn't want to share them with others. Do you think the world can't taste her beauty, or is she a woman with light wind and light clouds? I just want to be with art, not looking for a bosom friend. I can't study her state of mind at that time. But I still admire her deeply. In those black-and-white images, there is always a static subject among floating smoke, driving vehicles and bustling crowds. Is that a sign of mood? Despite all kinds of troubles in the world, I still don't forget your initial heart. The art world regards her as "Van Gogh in street photography" and "one of the greatest photographers in the 1960s", but her fame and interests are just floating clouds. Looking back today, how many people lost their dreams on the road of chasing dreams? I forget who once told me not to regard tools as dreams. I just hope, don't forget your original idea.