Jordyn (#923) 08-01-15

As I entered Buddy Brew Coffee, another barista (baristess?) was at the counter. After placing my order, I asked if she would allow me to photograph her. “Sure. I've heard that you have been photographing other employees.” Uh oh, the word is out!

Jordyn is from Sarasota, having graduated from Riverview High School 10 years ago. She has held several jobs, but so far Buddy Brew is best.

“Do you see yourself working here indefinitely?”

“Nothing is indefinite. There are lots of things I'd like to do.”

She liked the image and gave me her e-mail address to send it.

Thank you, Jordyn, for allowing me to photograph you for my ongoing project.


Laura (#922) 07-27-15

As I walked by Cafe Clasico, a woman seated in an alcove addressed me. Immediately her light gray hair stood out with the dark background and I was interested. She asked me for financial assistance to spend a night in a shelter. The request was no surprise, but her location at the restaurant was. As usual, I made a 'deal.' Laura was happy to be photographed.

As a child, she lived in Central Islip, NY, just a few miles from where I had lived. Laura has been homeless in Sarasota for 5 years. As we spoke, I slowly realized that I had met, and photographed her before. A couple of winters ago on a cold morning, I met her while she wore a hooded coat. I never saw her hair.

I later went into the restaurant and ordered a bowl of soup. When it came, I told the waiter to take bowl out to Laura, put it on my tab, and not tell her where it came from. A few minutes later the befuddled waiter said that she had already eaten and was no longer hungry. Go figure.

Thank you, Laura, for allowing me to photograph you for my ongoing project.


Then and Now (#921) 26-07-15

I met and photographed Anthony last March. I see him every two or three weeks. The second image is from yesterday. He is proud of how he's 'cleaned up."





Kevin (#920) 07-22-15

Due to oppressive heat, I stayed inside the coffee shop, Pastry Art. Normally I would take an outside table, but this time I sat at a grouping of easy chairs. Close by was a police officer. I introduced myself, the portrait project, and told him that I had photographed only two police officers (later I remembered that the number was four). He smiled and said OK, as long as he didn't have to do anything. I told him that when he finished, I would meet him outside, where the light was flattering.

Kevin has been on the Sarasota Police force for 25 years. I asked if he was a native.

“Oh no, I'm originally from up north.”

“Where up north?”

He looked aside, smiled, and shrugged.

“Is the place so awful that you are embarrassed to say?”

“In my line of work, I am used to asking questions, not answering them.”

This was said with a smile, but I took the cue that more questioning was not a good idea.

A couple of minutes later, he pointed to my camera and asked if it was film. The Olympus OM-D prompts that question so often! I explained that the retro look was a ruse, it was a modern digital camera. Kevin opined that film was probably totally dead, but I explained that there is a niche of photographers who are reviving the use of film. They face stiff headwinds.

Kevin said, “Yeah, film produced shoe boxes of pictures that live under the bed.”

“Yep. Now we take ten times more pictures and print few or none. They never get seen.”

Thank you, Kevin, for allowing me to photograph you for my ongoing project.


Julie (#919) 07-20-15

My friend Brent and I finished with one last stranger. The weather was Hot (with a capital H) and the Buddy Brew Coffee location sounded refreshing. It is located in a covered breezeway with good light, and a breeze. Did I mention it was hot?

One sole young lady was seated drinking her coffee, so I introduced myself and our intent. She looked wary and said, “That sounds kinda weird!” So I further explained and showed her my Photostream on the phone. She reluctantly agreed. Her shirt was wrinkled, but I noticed the word 'Theater'. “Oh yes, I work at the Florida Studio Theater" (one block away).

Julie is from Minnesota, and got a degree in Theater Arts from the University of North Dakota. If one place sounds colder than Minnesota, it's North Dakota. Working at the Florida Studio Theater gives Julie a great source for networking. She hopes to move to the upper east coast or California, where there are more defined seasons.

After she got used to us, she warmed up and was very pleasant. Brent and I was surprised that a theater person would be reticent about being photographed.

Thank you, Julie, for allowing me to photograph you for my ongoing project.


Ellie and Jack (#918) 07-19-15

I met with fellow photographer, Brent, in front of Whole Foods. As I waited I noticed Ellie and James at the next table. They looked tired, and I doubted that they would be interested in a conversation. But when Brent showed up, we approached them and they were very friendly.

They looked tired because they were. They had just arrived at the airport, from London. But they were to change planes in Miami. They missed the connection and spent the night in the airport with no sleep. In this situation, they were very gracious.

They are from Scotland and spent six months in their second house on St. Armands Key. I said that most people would spend the summer at home and winter in Florida. James said, “It's terrible at home. Also cold and rainy.” I said that they should move here, but they only have six month visas.

“Being from Scotland you should like golf.”

“I have never played, but as a coincidence, I used to work in the lounge at Gleneagles.”

“Ellie, did you work there too?”

“No, I am a part time teacher, K -6.”

Crossing the Atlantic a lot, they know airports all to well. Their assessment is that Miami is the worst, JFK and Chicago O'Hare are OK, and Tampa is the best.

Thank you, Ellie and Jack, for allowing me to photograph you for my ongoing project.


Departure #3 (#917) 07-17-15

This is a little different than my usual stranger portraits. Neurochallenge is a local organization that is a resource for Parkinson's Disease patients.

They will soon publish an expanded brochure for new Parkinson's patients in the area. They asked me to photograph some patients, their caregivers, and Neurochallenge staff to include in the publication.

I found a reasonable location immediately outside of the facility and have taken all of the images in the same spot. Here are three, two patients and one caregiver. These people are dealing well, with a devastating disease. I hope that their faces show both difficulties and optimism.

Here are three more Parkinson's Disease patients.

The last image is my wife.


Chris (#916) 07-15-15

I was with another photographer, Brent, who wanted to watch how I approached strangers. We walked down the shady side of Main Street and I pointed out an alcove by the Blue Owl Tavern, and said that I liked the light in there. After walking another 100 feet, I saw Chris heading our way. “Brent, let's turn around”, and we walked back to the alcove. As she arrived (at my spot) I stopped her and made my pitch.

She seemed surprised but was 'game'. Chris was born in California, the east side of L.A. “It's a very tough neighborhood.” Now she owns the State Street Eatery. We promised to eat lunch there, and we did. Her husband is an accomplished landscape photographer. He is a Pulmonary Intensive Care Physician by day, but spends early mornings and evenings behind the camera.

I explained to Chris that I used my camera as a tool, that I could not approach people without one. She understood. “Yeah, it would be weird walking up to folks empty handed.” Chris was in a hurry and left without looking at her images.

Thank you, Chris, for allowing me to photograph you for my ongoing project.


Departure #2 (#915) 07-14-15

Following yesterday's post, these are the four employees of the Neurochallenge Foundation.

I try to get the caregivers and Parkinson's Disease patients in a natural look. The employees are free to smile for the camera if they so wish. And they did.

They are to be applauded for their tireless work in helping patients with a most devastating progressive disease.


A Departure (#914) 07-13-15

This is a little different than my usual stranger portraits. Neurochallenge is a local organization that is a resource for Parkinson's Disease patients.

They will soon publish an expanded brochure for new Parkinson's patients in the area. They asked me to photograph some patients, their caregivers, and Neurochallenge staff to include in the publication.

I found a reasonable location immediately outside of the facility and have taken all of the images in the same spot. Here are three, two patients and one caregiver. These people are dealing well, with a devastating disease. I hope that their faces show both difficulties and optimism.


Laura (#913) 07-12-15

Laura was seated, nibbling a pastry in my favorite covered plaza. The background was OK and she had wonderful rim lighting, but her face was dark. If I used flash or had a reflector, the light would have been perfect, but I had to move her to my “safe spot.”

Laura is from Pennsylvania, but grew up in Englewood, Fl – so did I. She is now a realtor and would love to get a place up north, maybe North Carolina, to escape the Florida summers. I recently learned the term “halfback.” These are folks who originated in the upper midwest or northeast, move to Florida, and later go 'half way back' to North Carolina, north Georgia, or Tennessee.

She approved of the images but had no interest in getting copies or taking my card.

“Laura, is this a good day, or a bad day?”

“It's a good day, I don't have to go in (to work).”


Nicolette (#912) 07-10-15

Twice a week I hit the Gym at 7:30AM, and cannot eat breakfast first. So my great indulgence is breakfast at First Watch, a chain in Florida. I parked a block away and walked, with the camera in the trunk. Mistake. My server was Nicolette, and I immediately knew that I wanted to photograph her. I forget which famous photographer who said that taking pictures was a lot easier if you had a camera.

So I explained my project to Nicolette – fortunately the restaurant was not busy. She was intrigued and was happy to let me come back with the camera after breakfast.

She is from Sarasota and was home schooled. Her parents traveled so much that they were never in one place long enough to start a conventional school. Nicolette is 25 and has been to all 50 states. I explained that I am 67 and have been to about 15. Nicolette smiled in a knowing way.

“Do you plan to be a waitress for long?”

“No, I want to travel.”

Big surprise.

When I returned with the tool of the trade, business had picked up. She came to the front door and said that she only had a minute. I propped the door open and got this shot.


Jerry (#911) 07-08-15

Jerry was sitting at a table in front of Whole Foods with Jackie in his lap. Jackie is a Jack Russell Terrier who is remarkably docile for a normally high-spirited breed. When I first spoke, Jerry said, “Oh, you sound like New York.” Great. Our family left new York a mere 58 years ago. Maybe after 100 years I'll lose the accent.

Jerry is actually Gerhard. He was born in Germany and lived in New York from 1951 – 81. We talked about how the culture in NY has gone downhill. I explained that as a baby, my mother would put me in a carriage and leave me outside while she did her housework. Today, at the very least she would be arrested.

When Jerry walked to first grade (in NY), he could barely speak English. When he walked home, no one was there. A neighbor heard him crying and took him in until his older sister arrived. We reminisced about neighborhoods where people really took care of each other.

While we spoke, his wife Bea arrived. She had a thick German accent and a very expressive face. Alas, she would have no part of being photographed. A woman and young girl passed by, and the child had to stop to pet Jackie. She is Ella, and it made her day.


Valerie and Kevin(s) (#910) 07-07-15

As I walked by Cafe Clasico, a young man and woman were eating in a small alcove surrounded by (dark) ivy. This area has wonderful light for blond hair, but there is not much reflected light to separate dark hair. Blonde Valerie caught my eye and I immediately introduced myself. They were game.

Kevin was wearing a Cafe Clasico shirt and was on break. I explained that I had photographed several of his coworkers. He is from Indiana and is just thrilled to be in Florida.

Valerie is from Minnesota. She graduated from college two years ago. Last year she taught history to middle school students. This year she hopes to teach in High school. I met them on June 17, and teacher positions had not yet been solidified for the upcoming year. I had not realized that there was so much uncertainty about teaching positions.

As we spoke, another Cafe Clasico waiter walked up – my lucky day! “Hi, I am taking pictures of people I have not met. What's your name?” “Kevin.” “Aw c'mon, two Kevins, both at Cafe Clasico?” “Yep! (laugh)” And Kevin #2 just laughed when he saw his image.

Valerie took my card.


Susie (#909) 07-05-15

While sipping my Buddy Brew coffee, Susie came out of the shop and sat in the shaded plaza. I must compliment whoever designed this place, the light is so nice. Well, Susie's hair caught my eye, so I walked over and told her so. “Yeah, lots of people say that.”

Susie is originally from Cleveland, but has lived in Tampa for several years. She lives in Tampa and commutes to Sarasota (~50 miles) every day. “So why not move here?” “I am more than ready, but my partner insists on living in Tampa.”

Susie had worked in a bank in Tampa, but was laid off. Now, in Sarasota, she has a government job. “I pay people's pensions, I'm one of the good guys.” This is more satisfying than working in the bank.

I showed her the image. “My eyes are kind of funky today – allergies.”


Ashleigh (#908) 07-03-15

Ashleigh also works in Buddy Brew Coffee, an extension of stranger #664, but a different day. She likes the job. Buddy Brew has three locations, two in Tampa, and employes about 45 in all. She is an Army brat and constantly moved around. After five years in Sarasota, she is almost ready to hit the road again.

The Sarasota location has been open for about a year. The adjacent restaurant, Louie's Modern used to run it, but it was not successful. Buddy Brew Leased the location and is doing OK. It provides coffee for the restaurant, and Louie's Modern provides sandwiches for Buddy Brew. Between them is a breezeway with wonderful light.

Ashleigh is also enrolled at the University of South Florida, studying English. It hurts her that young people cannot write in cursive, nor look you in the eye while speaking. Internet appliances have changed all that.

While we were speaking, a guy came in for his second cup of coffee. She said that there should not be a third, he would get too jittery. So I told Ashleigh a story that was told to me many years ago – it was about martinis. “Martinis are like a young maiden's breasts, one is not enough, but three are too many.” She liked that.

Then Carlos came in. He is Ashleigh's beau, and was instrumental in her moving from California to Sarasota. He was from Hawaii. Both of them hate humidity, so they are destined to leave.


Jay (#907) 07-01-15

I have met, and photographed, several baristas from the coffee shop, Pastry Art. Now I have moved part time to Buddy Brew Coffee, and will be meeting some of their employes. Such as Jay. He worked for Buddy Brew in Tampa and was sent to Sarasota when this branch opened. Jay is the manager.

Originally he is from Dublin, Ireland, although his brogue is minimal. While living in Ireland he visited Australia and met his future wife there. She is from Brooksville, FL. The compromised on a city to live. He, Dublin, Ireland, she, Brooksville FL, and they settled in Tampa. I think she won. They were married five years ago, and have two kids, 1 and 3. Jay is glad that she can afford to stay home and raise them. In about five months, he'll be transferred back to Tampa, his work here done. Note: the humidity in Florida is greater than in Ireland, if you didn't know.

I asked for coffee after lunch and the big pot was empty. Rather than brew a new pot, he brewed a single cup for me. Jay did not just pour the water in, he gently poured as he moved the carafe around the rim so that all areas received it the same. This attention to detail separates real baristas from coffee shop employees.


Laura and Dan (#906) 06-29-15

Well, now it's really hot- and muggy. So when I visit a coffee shop, I sit inside, at first at least. While sipping Joe with the camera on the table, Laura passed by, smiled, and said, “Hope you're getting some nice shots today.” My thought was, “Not as good as I will in a few minutes.

She passed the opposite way, went outside, and sat with Dan. Suddenly it wasn't so hot after all, as I followed. When I announced my intention, I was surprised that Laura didn't jump at it. Instead she was reserved, and glanced at Dan who said, “Sure, why not.” Whew!

Laura is a psychotherapist and was not to anxious to talk about her work. I get that.

Dan is from the New York / Newark area and moved to Florida in 1978. He is in finance and had plenty to say about the debt run up by college students. Many of his clients are physicians who just don't have the earning potential of those a generation ago. Yet they have (Much) more debt. He worked with a couple: both were dentists. They had a combined $700,000 debt. How can they possibly pay that off?


Jamey (#905) 06-27-15

As I walked along River Street in Savannah, I noticed a fellow photographing a woman and (presumably) her daughter. I thought that it might be his family. Ambling a bit further, I stopped into a bakery, bought a pastry, and sat outside. The sidewalk in front of me became a bit congested, and here came the photographer again. He stopped an African American couple and asked them to take their photos. He was high energy and smiling, explaining that it was a hobby and there was no charge.

I was nearly stunned. He was doing almost the same thing I do! Unfortunately, he also got the same result I often get; they politely declined.

I fumbled with my phone, getting my Flickr Photostream ready. As soon as he was done, I shot up, showed him my phone, and explained what I do. Jamey does some studio work, but does street portraits for fun. While his wife and daughter were sightseeing, he had an hour to kill, and had made 12 portraits to that time. Jamey (who calls himself Rockit Surgeon) just gets images, no stories. Here is his website:

Of course, we exchanged cards. This posting is about three weeks later, and Jamey and I have had back-and-forth contact, including the infamous Facebook. Here is his Facebook presence:

Although he has not been obtaining stories from his 'strangers', Jamey has made a very impressive video with a most intimidating character. “Boo Boo” has a sordid past and intimidating presence. I am impressed that Jamey connected with him well enough to extract very specific and troubling information. I suggest that you at least watch the first couple of minutes. Like me, you may be hooked, and watch the rest.

Interestingly, when he photographed me, he had me put my chin down. Jamey automatically put his chin down for my image. We agreed that the angle of the jaw helps hide the neck. Some whiskers don't hurt either.


Sarah (#904) 06-25-15

Walking down River Street in Savannah, I happened to look into a bar (I said LOOK!). It was quite dark, and Sarah's hair popped out. So I went in and met Sarah. After explaining the popping hair, she was happy to be photographed – one of my few indoor shots.

After introductions, I asked if her name had an 'H' at the end, and of course it does. I explained that I have to Sara(h)s in the family, one spelled each way. Sarah assured me that it is always better to have the 'H'. Sorry, Sara.

Sarah is from Greensboro North Carolina, celebrating her birthday and 'getting away' for a while. Happy Birthday, Sarah!

“What do you do in Greensboro?”

“I'm a bartender.”

“So you work in a bar and 'get away' by going to a bar?”

“I guess I go where I'm comfortable.”