Sean Santry

Mike

Mike

One of the first few nights after I purchased my Nikon D70, I ventured out in the neighborhood to try my hand at night photography. I walked down McGraw Street, thinking I’d take a few shots of the neon signs in the store windows. Instead, I happened upon Mike.

Having apparently spent most of the evening nursing a six pack of Milwaukee’s Best in the short walkway underneath the commuter rail tracks, Mike seemed a bit inebriated but mellow. He insisted I take his picture. Amazed that he could see on the back of the camera the picture I took only moments before, he pleaded for a copy of the picture. I tried to explain that it wasn’t a Polaroid and that I had no way of producing a print on the spot. In the end he went back to the commuter rail walkway to finish his beer.