We were free men in Paris, unfettered and alive, posing somewhat awkwardly in front of a structure that is anything but awkward – the Nortre Dame de Paris. I handed my camera to a passing tourist. So I guess that this isn’t really my photo is it?
When I give my camera to a stranger so I can pose, I try to pick someone who appears to be slower than I am so that if they decide to run with my valuable equipment, I can catch them. I wouldn’t tackle them, though, since that might harm my camera. . . .