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  • People scare me. So doing street photography is one of the scariest things I can force myself to do.

    I was in a group, but I was taking my time, wandering around, looking at shadows, reflections, and graffiti as I crossed a street.

    He was on the corner selling images that looked like they had been colored with colored pencils or something similar. His sign said "Support local artists." I liked that. It made me feel like we might have something in common.

    I asked, somewhat hesitantly, if I could take his photo. He said yes. And he look right at me as I shot.

    I told him thank you, and I shook his hand. As I started to leave, he said, "Won't you support a local artist?" I smiled. I replied that it wouldn't hurt to support his art since he gave to mine. He said, "You're an artist?"

    I looked at my camera with a bit of embarrassment.

    "I try."

    And I dropped a few bucks in his case.
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