A yell from the other side of the street. "I never got my picture." the man said. I crossed the road and apologised. I remembered I had never made a print of it and had hoped I wouldn't bump into him, but here he was. I took another picture of him and gave him my card. This is his friend. I knew I would like him from the start.
This one seems to be taken at a much closer range than you usually seem to take. It makes it intimate whenever I can see fine details in a face. Of course, not every face lends itself to this kind of study!
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