“Are you stalking humans?” he asked.

“Very sneaky and good,” she remarks.

People have never been my “thing.” I generally avoid them. More than anything, I never found them beautiful enough to be the focus of my camera’s lens, but, recently, I have become obsessed with people of all shapes and sizes and colours.

It started with this photo:

and hasn’t stopped. I don’t think it will over the course of the summer, the fall, the winter, the year.

New Yorkers are beautiful because they display every emotion bluntly upon their faces. Yes, it’s true. A New Yorker, whether a native or a transplant, is a different breed of a human being than the rest of the country, the world.

Be on the lookout. Your face might be on my flickr! photostream next.