Missoula Rabble, Richard is a man of very few words. He was standing on the sidewalk watching people walk by when his hat and leather jacket caught my eye. I asked him what he was doing. "I'm being a part of the community," he said. Richard grew up in Montana on a farm. Most of his family has passed away. He calls himself a loner. "I never have that much to say."
I accepted a challenge back in May to take and publish one picture a day for one year. Little did I know, this challenge would awake the little photographer in me who has been hiding out for a few years. This picture a day gig has become very important to me. I feel like it is bigger than a silly photo a day. It's a collection. It's art. It's challenging. And I think it's inspiring.
Saturday, August 31, 2013
Day 95, Missoula Rabble,
Missoula Rabble, Richard is a man of very few words. He was standing on the sidewalk watching people walk by when his hat and leather jacket caught my eye. I asked him what he was doing. "I'm being a part of the community," he said. Richard grew up in Montana on a farm. Most of his family has passed away. He calls himself a loner. "I never have that much to say."
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