I keep wanting to call this one "look homeward angel." Such an iconic feeling image to me, as if an embodiment of the very concept of nostalgia--for childhood or suburbia  or "simpler times"--peddling forward and looking back.  Perfectly framed by the lines of the pavement opening in front of her and the vertical electrical pole behind . And an old piece of cellophane tape running horizontally across the bottom of the image, which manages to be just the right thing. 

3 1/2" x 2 1/2".  Clear tape across bottom of photo (not sure why, no tears that I can see) as noted and evident.