A straight encounter

i can't remember his name. actually, i don't think i ever knew how he's named. it was a day during the week i was walking around the old port. i was taking photos. i was rambling, just rambling : the contact sheets show that i's looking to take photos of fishermen. when i saw him, i followed him. he didn't ask questions, just let himself be photographed as if it was obvious.

it took me years to realise how lucky i'd been on that day...