Car Wash

This was one of those moments where I was kicking myself for NOT having my camera. Yes, I had my iPhone and I guess that would’ve been just fine. But Elmo deserved all the pixels of my Canon 7D. Cruising north on U.S. 1 in Miami, I spotted Elmo out the corner of my eye. I told myself like I often do “that would make a great photo…” alas no DSLR just my iPhone. That’s when I made a u turn and headed back home to grab my rig hoping Elmo would still be there peddling $20 car washes. As luck would have it Elmo was still there, now seated with a look of defeat. I parked my jeep and walked up to Elmo, who at the time had his head down with the car wash sign haphazardly in his lap pointing to the ground. There were no words exchanged between Elmo and myself, just the universal sign of me holding up my camera gesturing for a photo. Elmo complied sat up straight and that was it. Oh and if you’re wondering what’s in the jar at his feet…pickled sausages. Thanks Elmo.

Walking into the sea of people prior to the H Street Festival a couple of weekends ago I didn’t know what to expect. I did know that I wanted to leave the street festival with at least one or two “good” portraits. Looking for subjects to photograph isn’t for the faint of heart. I took a deep breath before approaching my subject below who just looked at regal as ever in his Sunday best taking in all the H Street revelry. “Sir can I take your photo?” Sure he replied in a hushed voice, let me go inside and put on my jacket. As he walked inside he asked that I photograph his buddy as well. So there you have it, two “good” portraits.

I’ve lived in D.C. for almost ten years and I hardly get over to the H Street N.E. corridor. I’ve got to change that. What’s even crazier? This was my first time ever attending the H Street Festival. Great people watching makes for great photography.

For more photos from the H Street Festival visit ReadysetDC.

A little street photography from my recent trip to the Emerald City. Turns out my visit coincided with HempFest, I felt like I was walking through the world’s biggest bong on the Seattle Waterfront. I wish I could’ve take more photos of some of the characters I saw at HempFest, but they scared me.

As seen from MoMA.