Today is a rainy day. One of those when people start their day slowly staying home instead of venturing out. I was shooting black and white candid shots… nothing inspirational when I spotted a lonely figure on a bike, a New York institution, Bill Cunningham. He has been shooting NYC streets for nearly 50 years now. Of course I had to snap a pic of him, shamelessly. It was one of my wishes to see Bill Cunningham in action. This wish was granted.
Now, for a long time, (say 27 years), in California, my dream was to see a mountain lion. I never did. The signs of its presence were plentiful…San Francisco Bay Area parks were always marked with signs to watch out for cougars. And then there was the time in the Sierra Nevada Foothills where my neighbors’ goats were found slaughtered high in a tree dragged there by a mountain lion. After a while I came to realization that these creatures saw me without being seen. And the reason I did not come across one because I would probably be eaten.