“What are you doing down there with that camera?”
“Taking a picture of this car.”
“Oh. It’s my birthday today!”
“Happy birthday!”
“Will you take a picture of me?”
“Absolutely.”
Courtney (despite the “Daniel” name tag), busker, St. John’s.
Ashley, flight attendant visiting St. John’s. We chatted briefly about travel, living away from home, and the ocean.
“S’up?”
Friendly gent, downtown St. John’s.
St. Patrick’s Day weekend, St. John’s.
Yeah. I don’t get the guy in the orange Speedo either.
Scott, writer and sommelier in training. (The bottom pic is him looking up the site on his tablet as I was saying good-bye.) Nice fella . I liked the peak lapels and short-cut jacket. Guy’s got a little panache. Panache is good.
Young boy in the rain, downtown St. John’s.
His name is Jacob. His mother was patiently waiting for him to get bored with both the puddles and the construction on Duckworth that had him transfixed. I’m no expert on kids, but I don’t think that was happening anytime soon.
The dog on the left made a move to smooch me when I kneeled to take his photo. His bemused owner and I chatted briefly after. I told her I was a cat guy. She was all right with it.
I told him I liked the hat.
It was enough to get a photo. It was not, apparently, enough to get a smile.
Come in from the cold: Two shots, the same person. This young lady was sitting in a coffee shop window when I took the top shot. Introductions were made inside, and I then snagged the second.
