It’s always interesting meeting strangers on the street. It can be exciting. Awkward. Maybe a little scary.
The other afternoon I was taking photos of Federation Square in the city, minding my own business.
“Excuse me? Can you take a photo of me?”
I turned around. The summer-in-autumn sun shone right into my face. Eyes squinting, I made out a tall, dark-skinned guy towering over me, compact camera in hand. Why are you looking at me? Why are you coming towards me? Right. Photo.