Trying to catch those stories and looks; or to meet an eye directly and capture an open, unscripted moment kind of hooks me, after I've snapped a poignant face or two out of a couple hundred shots and finally forgot the really nasty guy who yelled at me. Once in a while something else may happen too, as when a young lady visiting from Canada caught up with me and asked why I had taken her photo. She hoped it was because I thought she was pretty... Or when little kids will still play peek and boo with the camera. While searching for shiny wonder in the colors of the fountains and the reflections of the streets, this week I found intrigue in the stories of the faces of the people on the Strip .
Hope you also had good shooting.
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