Today, on my way home, I noticed a man that I recognized. I was stopped at a light and he was crossing the street. I couldn't recall how I knew him. Seconds later it popped in my head, "I photographed him once." When I got home I searched through thousands of photos and finally came across this shot. It was senior year of high school and I was stoked that my photo teacher let me borrow a telephoto lens of his. With the new lens I took a walk through the park and found this man with nervous shakes and trembling hands. Instinctively, I shot the scene.
When I saw him today crossing the street, he had the same olive green stained shirt and the same shopping cart. It has been 3 years since I've seen him. I wonder what his story is.
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