As I approached the place where these guys play chess I saw him instantly. He was standing and watching the games that were being played. I entered his conversation by saying "excuse me". He turned and seemed a bit irritated that I asked for a moment of his time. I told him I took a few pictures of him a while back and I wanted to give him a few prints. He instantly warmed up and obviously recalled our last interaction. I pulled them out one by one and he reacted positively to each one. After the third photo he said how come you didn't get my face and I pulled out this one. He said, "now we're talkin'" This one was clearly his favorite.
We talked for a while and I was able to learn more about this man whose name I still don't know. We talked about politics, religion, chess, and eduction to name a few topics we covered. At one point someone was taking pictures of the group from a distance. He reacted to it and turned his back toward him. I pressed him about this and he said he did 20 years (original sentence was life plus 20) because of a camera. This was ironic to me. I gave this man a few dollars and he let me take his picture without any knowledge of my intentions while he had a deep understandable resentment towards cameras. The other thing that struck me as funny was that he clearly committed a crime worthy of a serious sentence.
Originally I had wanted to take some more pictures of this chess master, but I decided that I wouldn't ask this time. I gave a gift to him and asked nothing in return. I think next time I see him at the park playing chess I will be welcomed.
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Good story, Steve. I had somewhat similar experiences this weekend, giving my prints away. Made several new friends I think as a result.
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