It’s almost as difficult to get portraits in mid-July as it is in mid-January. It’s been so hot and muggy these last few days, everyone feels like they’re walking underwater. So nobody is too anxious to stop and talk to strangers. Seems like every word is a strain. Take the conversation I had with this man, for example:

“May I take your photo?”
“Whaaaaat?”
“May I take your photo?”
“Whhhhhy?”
“I run a popular website, I take pictures of people.”
“Juh-Juh-Juh-Just do it. Are you done?”
“I’m done.”
“Bye.”