Log0022

Rain

Raindrops turned to sleet in the cold sharp Detroit air.

As we walked through the city, I saw this guy leaning on a bus spot rail. He had a
despondent look and one that I was immediately intrigued to capture. Subtly, but not subtle enough, I took a reference shot. He spotted me. He stared down hard at my wife walking beside me. She was understandably pissed I’d been so rude.

I felt the weight of his scorn, of her scorn, of the collective breaking of a social code. It’s never my intention to make someone feel like they’re Muse – for good or for bad. But sometimes it happens. I had to remind myself both to be more respectful, but also there is a cost to this game, where sometimes, you must break a few eggs.
No rain, no rainbow.