the day i went to the barber shop.

parents tell their kids not to talk to strangers.

[sorry, mom. it’s what i do for a living.]

but some of my best days have been spent by doing just that. i know i’ve talked about this a time or two before.

i wrote about it here

and i wrote about it here

something pretty awesome happens when you open yourself up to someone else’s world and see it through their eyes.

if only for a minute.

life is about minutes.

i love this photo. a lot.

taken a few days ago on what was just another ordinary work day (with the exception of the car accident that snuck into my day, in the worst and most dangerous neighborhood in all of brooklyn. not my fault and yes i’m fine), it sums things up pretty well:

i’m totally out of place (clearly) standing in an establishment where i don’t belong (understated) taking photographs of people i don’t know (well, now i do)

. . . . yet i’m exactly where i’m supposed to be . . . .

 

have a conversation with a stranger. ask them about their life. tell them about yours.

you are bound to learn something.