His pace is steady, controlled. Reaching the blue bench, he adjusts his backpack and turns his head right. He stares down the tracks for a sign his ride is coming.
“The light rail kind of changes your lifestyle,” he says. “It slows you down a bunch.”
The front left pocket of his jeans provides a safe space for a point-and-shoot Nikon. Around his neck, a Rolleicord takes hold, inherited from his late grandfather. The large, black boxlike camera is adjusted carefully into position.
“Walk this way,” he calmly instructs, eyeing the train from a distance. “Our ride is here.”