I came across this affable young man while photographing among the ruins of a demolished fabric warehouse downtown last month. The light was perfect; it was late on a crystal clear fall afternoon.
I watched him for several minutes, snapping a few pedestrian shots of him going about his business. I’m still not sure what that business was, exactly. He said he was “working”, and it appeared he was sorting and stacking bricks. I asked him if I could photograph him; his brief flash of annoyance gave way to a look of flattered surprise. I didn’t get his name.
So, friend, if you see this, I have a print for you.