When I saw this dude walking toward me barely holding his pants up I started to panic because I knew I had to take his picture but how to do so without having my camera smashed and my head chopped off!
Fortunately I didn’t have to make that decision because suddenly he stopped and said – actually, DEMANDED: “Take my picture!”
I didn’t argue.
His presence was electrifying and I didn’t dare try to take charge by directing him to pose this way or that, or against any special backdrop. I just meekly snapped the shutter.
Then a girl waiting on a bus came running over and demanded that I include her in the picture too.
“Do you two know each other?” I asked.
“Doesn’t matter,” she replied.
A close inspection will reveal that the one thumbnail of his that is showing is painted and that he is wearing designer threads. His moniker derives from one of his tattoos.
🙂 🙂 🙂
Love all the fun you’re having and the great treading the trail experience. Terrific, if too short, read. Don’t forget your success with snapping grizzlies and wolves, you’re over-qualified for the streets.
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“Over-qualified for the streets,” I like that! But I do tend to push the limits with volatile individuals sometimes, just my nature. Thanks… 🙂
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Very kool!! Very good! You run into some characters!!
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Someone, I think it was Norman Mailer, said that the sad thing about getting old (for a previously macho man) is that “you’re no longer dangerous anymore.” On the other hand, I can get away with being impudent and crowding other people’s spaces for precisely that reason – I’m just a harmless grey-haired old coot! Thanks, as always… 🙂
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Love it, bucking the stereotypical and they hold a good pose.
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