His face, it captured my attention as I strode by on a city sidewalk. Ten feet later, I stopped and turned around, haunted by the vision of a most wonderful image that could be imagined by my lens. I offered this kind man compensation for some photos of him. He replied with a struggling voice, “sure, I’m not going anywhere” as he sat cross legged on the busy sidewalk next to a red fire hydrant. His belongings gathered near to him as was a simple but beautifully sculptured wood walking cane. I asked him some questions, he offered an almost toothless smile with each response. In the end, I offered my hand as a gesture of respect, he lightly touched my palm as if afraid to touch reality or out of some strange humbled respect of who I was…I just couldn’t tell.