I just loved the ushanka. Once I heard the accent, I realized this was probably more of a tradition for this Ralwegian than a fashion statement.

This British fellow was a little leery of my camera at first, but we both used to ride Triumph Bonnevilles so he figured it was ok.

This Ralwegian seemed to know everybody he saw. Except me. So I introduced myself.

How a Ralwegian keeps their face warm on a chilly December day.

Admit it: this Ralwegian just made your day with her smile.

I really dug this old fella’s tobacco pipe.

This hot dog vendor on Hargett Street thinks fast on her feet.

“You want to take my picture? I been taking pictures all day every day. Let’s do this. Got two dollars?”

Asking people if I can take their portrait is so very different from my candid street photography.