Cold Blue

This was Halloween day in Salt Lake City. 

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“May I take a picture of you?” “Will it be posted on Facebook?” “No” “alright.”

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“May I take picture of you?” “……………”

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This man had stone cold blue eyes. I had to crouch inches away from his face to get these pictures. He would dive in and out of ignoring me, but I waited till he looked. I couldn’t get over those eyes.

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“May I take a picture of him?” “Go on ahead. Everybody want’s to take a picture of him. We had somebody come in just the other day who wanted a picture of him.”

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“May I take picture of you?” “Haha! Yeah I guess so.” “I have a friend whose a photographer so I know how it goes.” It took me a long time to get this photo. I was right in front of her for a while, completely ruining the conversation she was having with a man friend across the table. She was nice though, and would give an intermittent chuckle, but eventually she got pretty quiet, and that’s when I snapped this picture.

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Knock on window. Point to Camera. Point to them. Take the Photo.

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I walked into a very retro barbershop.

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I saw her from outside a basement sushi restaurant. She worked there, seating customers.

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The man in the red wouldn’t stop staring at me while I was taking pictures of them. I had to wait for a while before they forgot about me. I couldn’t help but feel like this is the way Star Trek downtime really looks.

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I only got one picture of this man. He ran away from me on a bus.