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    Walking to work this morning, I saw this guy sit on the curb, pull out his tripod and start to set up this big honking camera.

    I crossed the street, watched for a few seconds, trying to figure out why he'd be shooting down 8th Avenue. I know the area and it's nothing interesting, really. Garment district, nondescript Manhattan. But it was the coldest morning in four years, so it had to be a very specific shot he wanted to justify sitting on the cold curb.

    Of course, I'm wrapped up in 50 pounds of homemade winter coat, scarf, hat, gloves, headphones - I look like the Mondoschewan from The Fifth Element - and I pull out my camera. I'm handy like that.

    1. He notices I'm shooting him.

    2. He zooms in on me to get a closer look - don't know if took a shot.

    3. Goes on about his photography mission.

    I left. It was too damned cold to hang around and watch this yahoo.

    I thought it would be funny if we saw each other on Flickr today.

    39th and 8th Ave, Midtown Manhattan. 7 February, 2007

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