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Message: [QUOTE="Zelda Zonk, post: 2723534, member: 966"] I have two, but only one is 'food-related.' In [B]San Jose, Costa Rica[/B], after a few days on the Pacific coast. I enjoy 'travel portraiture.' I had three expensive cameras—a high-end Canon digital SLR, a medium format film camera, and a Leica 35mm film camera. I ventured off downtown, alone, to find some interesting faces to photograph. My spanish at that time was no muy bueno, and i was having trouble asking random people if i could take their picture. I started offering a few dollars, but i got constant rejections—i believe they thought i was asking them to pay me... Eventually, about to give up, i wandered into a more industrial, rough neighborhood. I found one guy who i was desperate to photograph. Amazing face, with one 'glassy' eye. I managed to convince him that i would be paying him the five bucks or whatever it was, and he accepted. So, i've got him posed against a wall, and i'm getting a few nice images, with two different cameras. Well, this became a bit of a scene, and when i paid the guy, a bunch of people began to form a line. Since i had gotten nothing from the previous three hours, i was happy to keep going, and more and more amazing faces kept presenting themselves. I shot four or five more guys, and then i noticed an 80s Mercedes sedan pull up. Three 'heavies' sat in that car for maybe ten minutes, observing. They looked like mobsters. I was a bit concerned, but hey, i've been places—i don't scare that easy. Kept going. The big guy got out of the front seat. Two more guys got out of the passenger side and back seat. They walked up to me. The big guy leaned in and said, "you know, it's very dangerous to be doing this. Guys around here will kill you for just one of these cameras." I told him i (really, really) appreciated the advice, and sort of assured him i thought i'd be okay. They went back to their car. They kept watching (over me?). And i kept going. Until i ran out of money, and there were still five or so more guys, expecting to have their turn. I tried to make my excuses in my piddling Espanol, but it wasn't going so well. And then, of course, the most photogenic person walked up. Shirltess dude with tats all over his chest, and incredible character in his face. He would have been the best subject, but i had no money left. And feeling the threat from the Merc Crew, I had to tell them all i would be back the next day with more money. Same bat time, same bat channel. I didn't go back, though, concerned that more nefarious persons might now know what i was doing and that i had valuable equipment. [ATTACH=full]141374[/ATTACH] [ATTACH=full]141375[/ATTACH] [I]Second story: [/I] I had been going to Rio about four times a year, for 2-3 weeks each time. At some point, friends i would see/meet there decided Rio was getting boring (ha! never), and we needed to try another city. We took a two hour flight to a smaller city called [B]Vitoria, Brazil[/B]. Hired some drivers upon arrival, to shuttle us around and such. They suggested we party on the beach with their sisters. I guess they figured they could all get some money out of us. But, it was fantastic. The drivers cooked for us on the beach—some kind of fish that looked like piranha. Somehow i lost the photo of that damned fish [Ooh, found it]... And then they took us back to one of their family's homes. We met his father, who instantly reminded me of Picasso. And a bunch of the most amazingly adorable little girls. Later, they took us to a massive empty warehouse, where different factions in the city were preparing their floats and routines for Rio's Carnival parade. [ATTACH=full]141376[/ATTACH] [/QUOTE]

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