I always like to stop and talk with people before I take their photos.
I do this for a couple of reasons. 1. It is creepy and stalker-like to take too many people’s photos without asking. It’s probably against the law. The world has gotten that way. 2. It’s actually part of the pleasure to have a conversation with someone about their bike and to let them know that their helmet looks great on them.
Occasionally, I wimp out because I feel embarrassed. It’s not every day I feel confident enough to discuss my strange bike helmet addiction.
Other times, however, it’s not just my shyness that prevents me from asking permission before I photograph someone. Sometimes I’m doing strange things like standing in a Mc Donald’s restaurant, staring out at the street, wrestling with vegetarianism and attempting not to get six nuggets which probably have no chicken in them anyway, right?
Otherwise, I’d be able to tell you who this gal was, with her beautiful tri-tone bike ensemble. White and black and black and grey and white and grey. I also believe she signalled to say she was stopping. This may, however, have been wishful thinking.
eleanor j jackson 