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.
Lanecia A. Rouse Tinsley