I met Mr. Henry last Saturday.  He was avoiding the rain about 1/4 of a mile away from where I typically park at the studio.  I noticed him immediately. 

In his crisp whites and smooth tan leather shoes, sitting so peacefully under the grunge of the city bridge... my eyes were captivated and my curiosity peeked.  I took a few photographs from my parking space, but I wanted to... needed to get closer, so I did.

We spoke about art, the neighborhood, he gave me some warnings about the area, physical insecurities, the weather, photography and a bit of our mutual story before I had to get going.  He offered some words of encouragement and I was on my way.

I look forward to the day our paths cross again. You better believe I will be looking for him.