This needs to stop.  Back to photographing guys in red cups, sleeping strangers and grandmothers making gestures.  No more people I know:

And they didn’t run when they saw the camera.  In fact, they did this:

These are two people I actually know.  Now its not like I am going to give away who they actually are or what they have to do with my life because that would be a violation of strict blogging laws, but yes, these are not random strangers who I photographed from a mile away.  I actually know these people.

First up.  The man of gesture:

Secondly, the man of the hat:

All of them:

And who else would he cheer for?:

They do exist in New York.  What am I babbling about?  In Boston twice, three or four times a day I spot a Boston terrier.  I’ve photographed them.  People have called them ugly.  I’ve continued to love them.  They are the American gentleman after all.  On my recent New York sojourn, I thought I had spotted not a one.  Well, I was wrong.  New York does have them.  See:

I mean with a presence like this, billboards around the world are the next stop:

Sometimes you have to give yourself over to it: