While wandering about searching for strangers to photograph, how can one not notice a face framed by dreadlocks? Just to make sure that we're all on the same page, here's what Wikipedia says about dreadlocks:
"Dreadlocks, also called locks, a ras, dreads, or Jata (Hindi), are matted coils of hair. Dreadlocks are usually intentionally formed; because of the variety of different hair textures, various methods are used to encourage the formation of locks such as backcombing. Additionally, leaving long hair to its own devices by not brushing or cutting the hair will encourage it to tangle together as it grows, leading to twisted, matted ropes of hair known as dreadlocks. The latter method is typically referred to as the neglect, natural, organic, or freeform method. A common misconception is that those who have dreadlocks do not wash their hair, but this is usually not the case. Many dreadlock care regimens require the wearer to wash their hair up to twice a week.
Dreadlocks are associated most closely with the Rastafari movement, but people from many ethnic groups have worn dreadlocks, including many ancient Hamitic people of North Africa and East Africa (notably the Oromo of Ethiopia, and the Maasai of northern Kenya); Semitic people of West Asia; Indo-European people of Europe and South Asia (notably the ancient Spartan warriors of Greece, and the Sadhus of India and Nepal); Turkic people of Anatolia and Central Asia; the Sufi Rafaees; and the Sufi malangs and fakirs of Pakistan."
So when I saw Coleman on the other side of the street, I made an about face and headed in his direction. I don't like to stalk people, but... I sort of did stalk him. And when I intercepted Coleman, he could not have been nicer, or more cooperative.
Usually, I want to get a good look into the eyes, but this shot with laughter was the most genuine gesture that I got. How can you not like dreadlocks?