I had to mail a dvd of photos for a client at the post office on Atlantic Avenue today. When I got to the counter I was approached by this man, who first asked me if I was a musician. I told him I was a photographer, and then he asked me if I could help him.
The inner New Yorker in me was waiting for the usual line, waiting for him to ask me for money, but it never came. He asked if I could fill out an address on an envelope for him for something that he seemed concerned about. It was nice to help this dude out, and I want to get more shots like these.
I also need to start writing what I want to write sooner, because I had a lot more to say earlier, and now I can’t seem to remember anything.