Bluejake

I think that my fear of photographing strangers goes back to childhood. Like many twins, Molly and I shared a secret language when we were younger. Since by nature she's an extrovert, and I'm an introvert, when we reached school age I found it easiest to speak through her to other people. That went on for a good long time-- in fact, today, at age 31, I still find it painful to talk to people I don't know. At restaurants, I usually have Karen order for me-- and when travelling in foreign countries, I make her ask for directions. So it's not surprising that I hate asking strangers for permission to photograph them-- and it's not something that seems to be changing much over time.