he walks on the same few side streets every time i come to his town of Anselaraye.... i took photos of /with him from the beginning... but never liked any of them, or they felt short
he was always schlepping a rolling cart filled with things... i am not sure where in town he lived, but this time i just said hello and was not going to raise my camera.....
he then asked was i going to take a photo? i said no i was not planning to , but surely if you want me to i will...... he then replied he never saw a good photo of himself.. that he looked ugly... i felt so disheartened.. and said , so let's try to get one where i can see in your soul.. and bring back a photo soon of one you might like.
i am not sure i did any justice, but i spent about 15 minutes with him.. gave him some money afterwards to buy a meal or whatever he wanted..... , not out of disrespect or to be a handout ,but to show respect and gratitude....and told him how much i appreciated that he wanted me to try again.
