This one was tricky. At first I came at it from the creepy angle - taking a picture of a stranger without them realizing it. I took it in a hurry this morning while I was picking up our bountiful basket, and then when I got in the car and looked at the picture I realized it was totally unusable. The person had bent over right before I took it. It's one thing to take a picture of a stranger. It's a whole other thing to take a picture of a stranger with their bum in the air. Then the more I thought about it the more creepy I felt that I had taken a picture of someone I didn't know without them realizing it. Delete.
So later when I went to the grocery store I took my camera with me and decided to do it the old fashioned way (if there is an old fashioned way of taking a picture of a stranger) and just ask someone I didn't know if I could take their picture. It was a little unnerving. I wanted to find someone that looked friendly and wouldn't be bugged by the weird thing I was about to ask. I saw this guy and liked his tall boots with his pants tucked it, and didn't even give myself enough time to talk myself out of it. Luckily, he was willing, even though I'm sure he thought I was a total freak (ok, I guess I kind of am).
There. You can just call me The Sartorialist.
I bet there are going to be a ton of people from this town who come to me later and say, "You don't know so-and-so??" In fact, I bet Zach knows him.
As I was checking out I was tempted to chase another guy out the door because I had never seen someone dressed in quite so much camouflage. But he didn't seem as open to the idea as this guy did. Also, I was afraid you wouldn't be able to see him. HA!
(in case you have no idea why I'm taking a picture of a stranger, click here)