ON THE STREET

I have great admiring, of those people, who intrude into cultures, inserting theirself into private times. On here, there is one, in this his homage. I, on the street, espied thse two gentlemen, aseated upon a steps, talking in ways I did not understood, sharing sips. With my camera, in my trusty hand, approached them welcomingly, gesturing with my camera, that I might portray them in a process. In my other hand, the one which not holds my camera, offered a substantial bribe, as is customary. Their reaction to my request, I was unable to comprend, though their manner threatened, and I respectfully exited their area, after a briefest of moments, where cultures met through me. From safe distances, I stopped on my exit, to capture them fleetingly, poorly rendered from my crouching to hide, fearing of them. I feel humble, being able to recount this for you, to portray their nobility, and simple life, happy with simple devices, in the carton of strong alcohol, and a seat in the sun.